I was talking to my friend Haley the other day and she was expressing to me that she was getting really ancy (i have no idea how to spell "ancy, ancie, etc..") with life in general and was craving a change. I think as a single person it is very easy to feel that way when there are few things that tie us to people and places. Well, in that spirit, I have decided to move...again. I've been living in my current apartment for about a year now, and I have felt almost from the start that I needed something else. So when the opportunity to move in with a buddy of mine (heretofore to be referred to as JT) in Draper, I jumped at the chance. Having already committed to the new situation, I have still felt somewhat disconcerted with my pending move. That was until Sunday. JT and I went to church over in Draper in preparation for our move. We wanted to meet the people over there, as well as the leaders of the ward. Translation: What do the girls look like? I am pleased to report that "the crop", as my dad would call them, is good. Further, I was absolutely blown away at how welcoming and friendly the ward members were. Beyond that even, I couldn't believe how young they seemed. Most are fairly recent college grads or current college students.
Here's the most startling revelation that I had Sunday. I'm not that old. I made a vow ages ago that if I happened to be in my late 20's and not married, I wasn't going to be that guy who refused to tell you his age (my current roomie does that and it drives me nuts), and who laments continuously about how unhappy he is single and how dating is terrible. I've been making self deprecating jokes about my age since I was 26, mostly so people don't see me as that guy. But then I moved into my current apartment complex. Most of the people here are about my age and in my same situation. And most are the aforementioned character. I might be pushing 30, but I really feel like I have more in common with a 24 year old than someone of 29. Most of my good friends for the last five years have been between 2 and 5 years younger than me. I even dated a girl who was eight years younger (admittedly, that was pushing it). I guess I just don't really want to act my age anymore. More specifically, I don't really want to act like some of the other 28 year old singles I'm running into. I'm just not ready to be bitter.
Long story short, I really like my new ward, and am excited to jump in over there.
p.s. if you're not a Mormon and you happen to read this, I'm sorry if none of this made sense. We're kinda strange about the whole marriage thing.
p.p.s if you are a Mormon and you just read that post script, I meant strange like "peculiar" (wink, wink).