My late 20s were marked by planning and looking ahead: moving, job changes, engagement, planning a wedding, starting a marriage, house hunting, buying a house, moving again, more new jobs, thinking about babies, pregnancy. From 27 to 28 to 29 it was one big step after another. I got used to that pace, to big changes and decisions.
So here I am, a couple weeks away from 33. And it's so tempting to focus on the next thing. I try to resist searching Zillow for homes we could buy, and Pinterest for $20,000 kitchen renovation projects.
Instead, I want to plant my feet firmly and look around at where I am, where my family is, right now. Let's just be here, together, a place we've worked hard to get to.
We've been making some changes to our home and living space so that it better suits our needs right now, and thinking creatively about the space. It feels good. It's always been easy to find the flaws in our home, to think ahead to our next house, to put off making even small improvements because "how much longer will we be here?" But we're going to be here awhile longer and it's been satisfying to embrace our home, give it some love, and make it into the space we want. Financially, it's comforting to not have a giant purchase looming, to take time to save and build up a little bit of a nest egg.
We have just these few short years of parenting young children. And there will be changes and transitions, sure, but it feels good to just make space for the magic of early childhood. If ever there is a time to just be here, now, this is it.