I was busy or gone for most of July. The end of it rolled around and I finally had a Saturday to do nothing. I love doing nothing. Some people get bored, get antsy, get cabin fever – I do not. Give me a couch to sit on and a wall to stare at and I’m good to go.
On this particular Saturday I prepared for doing nothing by cleaning the house. I washed and rinsed and swept and scrubbed and when I was done I collapsed on the couch with my diary and a cup of tea. A candle was lit on the coffee table. Bliss.
I wrote, took a sip, stared at the candle.
At first it was all peace and puppies. I was probably even wearing a Snuggie.
Then I found myself writing things like this:
I’m 27 and single and life is ticking away and if I don’t go on adventures now when will I? Chattanooga, Asheville, Savannah – must start making these realities! I’d like a cute boy to be my partner, but I don’t have that so I’ll take other interesting people with me instead. Maybe I’ll find a cute boy along the way…if not, I’ll still have a life rich with experiences and relationships.
Take more chances.
All of a sudden I was having a quarter-life crisis. What was I doing with my life!? Sitting on the couch, still single…
At least the floors were clean.
But would that be enough to last me the whole weekend? Or until I turn 30?
I began to text people, “Do you guys want to go on an adventure to Chattanooga or Asheville?” Like…right now?
People wanted to, but couldn’t swing the last minute thing. My roommates were all out of town. Being single became the least of my worries…suddenly I had no friends.
Thankfully, eventually I found two adventurous spirits who were also single, in town and on their couches. Together we would travel to Chattanooga.
I looked up things to do and sites to see in Chattanooga and decided it would be better to go the following weekend when we would have more time. We still went on a mini adventure together that day – we drove to a nearby town where we drooled over all the things we’ll never own at R.E.I., followed by dinner at a cheap hibachi place. Then we made brownies.
The next Friday we packed the car with snacks, overnight bags and our spontaneity. We added a 4th member (someone who was busy the weekend before) and drove toward adventure.
First stop: Cloudland Canyon State Park.
We had a picnic. Played guitar. Became friends with a Harley-Davidson dude. Hiked. Ignored the no-swimming signs. Took off our shirts and jumped in a waterfall. Hiked some more. Got lost. Saw a yurt.
Second stop: Chattanooga.
We stayed with someone we had never met, but she was one of our kind. She showed us around – took us to restaurants, bars, parks, coffee shops. We walked across the Walnut Street Bridge and up the Trail of Tears. Sat by the Tennessee River and drove up to Lookout Mountain. Had gelato late one night…and again the next morning.
And, as with any good road trip, we got pulled over by a cop on our way home…
But no ticket! (Phew.)
I came home feeling full of life, feeling fully myself. A short, spontaneous adventure was exactly what I needed to kill my quarter-life crisis.
So here’s to being 27 and single with the world still at my reach…even if sometimes that’s only a few hours away.