Saturday, November 27, 2010

Saturday night. Babysitting for the sis.

The sky is more dark here - the air more crisp.

By my apartment, the sky glows at night. The air is damp with the moisture from the river. The city beckons from my home. It's steady heartbeat drumming back and forth on the PATH train.

I'm watching television. "In Her Shoes" One of those typically girly movies I tend to get sucked into. Even though I've seen the movie so often I could conceivably quote large portions back - gestures and all. My boyfriend always laughs at me whenever he sees one of them on. He knows I can't avoid them.

I still see myself as a girl sometimes and the older I get, the more I realize growing up isn't something that's just done by a certain age. It's something that happens in fits and spurts over the course of your entire life. I still enjoy the girl in me. The girl who watched "Tangled" with her niece today and was completely wrapped up in the fairy tale of the princess finding true love and parents who love unconditionally. The same girl who was the only adult laughing - unabashedly so - through much of what I considered a funny and heart-warming movie. Seems to me more adults could use a dose of childhood in their lives.