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04.16.2007

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04.16.2007 | 1 2

You know how when you’re 12 years old, and know everything in the world, 25 sounds really, really old? And then you get to 25, and realize how you have no idea about why you’re doing what you’re doing, and where you want to be heading, and how on earth you’re to get there on the off chance you actually do someday get a clue. As 25 gives way to 26, then 27, with the big 3-0 looming on the horizon, you have that quarter-life crisis; you console yourself that maybe, just maybe, 30 isn’t all that ancient either. And then you’re suddenly there, and you still don’t feel like you’re living the perfectly pulled-together life you always imagined for your grown-up self.

A suspicion gradually starts to sneak up on you. Maybe this not knowing? It isn’t just a phase, something you’ll pass through eventually. Maybe you’ll spend your whole life wondering why and how and what if – is there something better, is there something more? Meanwhile, the biggest part of this whole epiphany isn’t even that, but this: you’re really kind of okay with the nebulousness. Life is uncertain; change is inevitable. And that’s a big part of the fun.

I was 25 when I started Digs, which doesn’t feel all that long ago, until I realize that this was way back in 2000. Playing around with ideas for a catchy tagline to describe this lil’ site of mine, I came up with the blurb you may or may not have noticed sitting in the left corner of every page since day one: “A home and living guide for the post-college, pre-parenthood, quasi-adult generation.” I envisioned Digs as a source for those of us in that weird limbo-land between our student days and honest-to-goodness grown-up-hood – free from the parental safety net, responsible entirely for ourselves for the first time. The start point for this phase of life began somewhere around graduation day (maybe even a little sooner for some); the end point, in my mind, coincided with becoming a parent oneself. I suppose I knew that not all of us would actually want to become parents; that parenthood was not a necessary stage of life; that one could progress from quasi-adult to plain adult just fine without ever wanting to become responsible for another tiny little human’s well-being. But for me, personally, having kids one day seemed like the natural progression. It’s just that the one day seemed an unfathomably long ways off; I figured I’d spend a good chunk of time figuring out my own life first, getting my act together, building a home and life for myself and the boy, slowly getting ready for that far-away day in the future.

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