about this whole suddenly being old enough to move to an "adult" community thing, and how I'm (not) dealing with my actual age, which seems shocking when I pause to think about it.
Not that those places aren't gorgeous, dazzling, and seductive. I had lunch at Trilogy months ago and was ready to buy in - holy crap. Really, holy crap, it's insanely wonderful. Fortunately for me, it's way out in nowheresville beyond any rational commute for a working gal, so I wasn't tempted after that afternoon's seduction.
Because I'm still dealing with being old enough to live there. I really don't feel old enough! I'm a conflicted mess - a Grandma of Two who works full time in a demanding niche of development work, listens to alternative music and watches Game of Thrones and True Blood, but I'm also all about knitting for grandkids and baking apple pies, after work or on weekends, while listening to music produced by people my kids' age or younger.
Am I immature for my age, or are there others like me? People who aren't trying to be as young as their kids, but who can appreciate and enjoy the "kids" as much, and often more, than their peers?
And I'm noodling around with this idea as a writing topic, so I'll throw it out to my Few, my Loyal - would this turn you off? Would you mutter "Oh, get a grip grandma, you're OLD," and get bored, or think I'm trying to avoid dealing with the reality of my age, or would it be funny and FUN to talk about pop culture and health and fitness and work and life, from a "new senior" perspective?
Just asking...for now.