Very soon I shall twenty five, own an apartment with three bedrooms, have a husband...
To be honest, lately I have been feeling somewhat old.
In August I plan to host a party to celebrate buying a house, getting engaged and turning 25. Surely with the overdose of adult I have recently been injected with, it is within my rights to have a mid life crisis? Or maybe I will compensate by adopting a baby voice and dragging a rag behind me for comfort? Any way you cut the cake, I have become a fully fledged adult. Even as I write this though, it just doesn't feel real. I always though that all these elements would feel huge and completely overwhelming, but strangely enough, they don't.
To be fair to my ‘situation’ though, it kind of suits me. I don’t think anyone will surprised when I say I am rather drawn to conversations of a domestic kind and I actually get excited about trips to Woolworths. I spent almost 20 minutes yesterday drooling over the baking implements on display. I walked out with a pizza tray and a baking dish, an entire $8 well spent. I cannot tell you the glow that I was releasing, I think I even managed to stop the rain and force a bit of sunshine into the gloomy world of Sydney for a moment!
On another grown up note...I am officially an employed writer! I really don’t think that it is fair of you to press me for more information than just that. It is, in no way, important that I mention that I write uninspiring words for the world of suits and photocopiers. The fact that I am tender writer should have no bearing on the respect I felt shining on me when you discovered my writer status!
Well, I have better things to do than sit here and write to you lot...
Snuggle into bed and read for instance...whilst I pretend to do uni work (don't tell JJ, he still thinks that I am a good student).
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