Twentysomething and I’ll Keep Being Me

I have lived in this county for one year. Yet, it was only just a few weeks ago that I stated to feel settled. I realized that it was the first time in years that I have lived in one apartment for longer than the length of a school year. It’s like a few roots are starting to wield their way into the dirt. Kind of an odd feeling, really.

Then I received a Jury Duty Summons. *dum dum duuuum* Considering the timing, I have chosen to view the summons, in a drippingly sarcastic manner, as an official county welcome. Get it? Now that I have finally reached the point where I feel like a resident, the county system has seen fit to honor the occasion with a summons. Can’t you feel it? The summons is like a big, fuzzy hug of welcome.

Or not.

Not particularly great timing, but when is a summons ever convenient? Let’s just say that I am in the process of convincing myself that the experience, if nothing else, will be something to keep tabs on for future writing ideas.

While reading away the hours of waiting and breaks, I simultaneously started thinking about my life’s current state of action–or inaction. As I pondered, I stumbled across a song that perfectly illustrates my ideas about what I feel, where I am, and what I am trying to sort out. Twentysomething, as sung by Jamie Cullum, is my theme song.

If my current life is a movie, the opening credits should show me whiling away the hours lost in thought and trivialities while Jamie Cullum’s rich voice and seamless piano skills effortlessly accent the images. Beyond the basic premise of the opening, I think that reading the lyrics to Jamie Cullum’s song creates the image better than I ever could…

Twentysomething

After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought

Maybe I’ll go traveling for a year
Finding myself or start a career…

Maybe I’ll go to the gym so I don’t get fat
Aren’t things more easy with a tight six pack
Who knows the answer, who do you trust…

Love ain’t the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key
I’m a twentysomething and I’ll keep being me