I was recently discussing with a friend the differences I see in my generation in comparison to all generations that have come before and after me.
I'm a 90s kid. I was born right before the 90s began, so my first decade of life was spent in the 90s. I still, even though I'm completely in love with my life presently, jokingly say that the 90s were the best years of my life. But this is true, nostalgically speaking.
Life was different then, and those who actually experienced life prior to 2000 can attest for this. But there's still something uniquely known to MY generation: we are the generation of in-betweeners.
It was my generation who experienced the change. We were growing up right as the world changed. For the first ten years of my life, I was growing alongside of the world. Then suddenly the world began to excel at rapid speed, while I was still steadily learning, growing, and becoming me.
While I was stuck in the awkward adolescent phase, the world had quickly become a new and improved example of sophistication. It was technology which propelled us at mach speed after the year 2000, while the children of the 90s still feared Y2K, terrorism, and the unknowns of the future ahead.
The generation that came before me was already grown when the year 2000 hit. They were fledgling adults trying to make a life for themselves. The generation that came after me has never known a life without technology. Yet it seems that we, the generation of 90s kids, are stuck between two phases of the world: pre- and post-technology.
Don't get me wrong: I love technology. The possibility of this blog was something I hadn't fathomed while I sat in 1998 writing feverishly in my Lisa Frank notebook with my multitude of gel pens. Today, I receive world news instantaneously on my iPhone and I can talk to people all over the world within just a few seconds. But there are (many) days when I want to throw my technological devices into a canyon and return to days spent only admiring the life actually in front of me, and not the one on the screen in the palm of my hand.
I don't know much. I'm 90s kid, though no longer a kid; I'm grown; I've graduated from college years ago; I've been working and I'm saving away for a 401(k) plan that I might get to cash in one day; I've got a home of my own, but I live alone; I'm on the downward slope to my 30s. There's still a lot I don't know and a lot I'm still learning. I'm still an in-betweener. So maybe because I'm still in a phase of in-between, I feel the strong pull of nostalgia back to simpler days.