Never, Neverland

If Neverland was real, would you move there? Follow the directions – “Second to the right, and straight on till morning” to find the place where dreams are what you make of them, where you never grow old, and your biggest worry is some creepy old guy with one hand.

I’ve spent some time lately talking to my fellow young-Millennials about our transitions into the adult world. Myself and many of my friends are working multiple part-time jobs, paying off loans, living with mom and dad, and wondering when we’re actually going to step into anything that feels like a career.

Some of us tried to ease the transition with AmeriCorps and found we’d just bought ourselves another year or two. Others pursued graduate school, and still others left the country to see other parts of the world. There are others who have kids, who may or may not be married, and who have a “grown up life”, whatever that means.

One time a friend several years wiser than myself told me, “We’re all just trying to act grown-up. Don’t let the ruse fool you. None of us really have a clue what it’s all about.” This advice felt both comforting and confusing. It resonates with my experience, yet I’m still trying to figure out what these quarter-life years are meant to be.

We long for the days of playgrounds and fairy tales, when the promise of college starting meant the beginning of a grand journey towards success. Hah. Oh for the complications of the real world. Sad to say they’re here to stay, and I don’t see any pixie dust floating around to carry us away from this rock-solid ground. We are the lost boys and girls of the 21st century without the ability to fly straight on till morning.