My mother had already been married for a while when she was my age.
Young people around me are already getting married… have been married… A girl I was friends with in high school has been married for three years and is starting a family.
Am I hoping to get married?
Hell no. The idea of settling down terrifies me. The idea of being attached to someone terrifies me. Going back to places like my hometown — the quiet suburbs with minivans and all those other clichés… Terrifies me. Grosses me out.
I just want to be young and free forever.
I can’t stay in Toronto much longer either. I’m only really going back because I have to. It’s dirty. And noisy. And it’s just gotten old for me.
I’m already planning where I might be a year from now.
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