You may have noticed the ol’ bloggy blog has been a tad quiet lately and for that I apologise. Creative writing is my one true passion; the one thing I can actually claim to be somewhat ‘talented’ at, but unfortunately life seems to always get in the way of taking the time to do what I truly love. Isn’t that the case for most of us? The number of occasions I’ve heard my friends say ‘Oh I really love doing that, but I just don’t have the time…’ Yep. Story of our lives.
My blog absence, however, has been a result of a big transition to what I fondly refer to as ‘no fun’, but is more commonly known as ‘adulthood’. Yeah yeah, I’m 27 years old. According to the government, Australian laws etc I’ve technically been an ‘adult’ for almost 10 years now, but hey – we ALL know that turning 18 doesn’t mean you’re anywhere near responsible enough to actually be considered grown up. Age means nothing when you’re stuck in that awkward stage between it no longer being socially acceptable to sponge off your parents and admitting you’re probably too old to still be on the dance floor of Revs in a crop top at 5am. That age bracket can range anywhere between 18 and 40 (although it’s a sad, sad place to still be at the latter end of the scale).
happy proud disturbed willing to admit that for me, 2015 has become my Year of the Adult. Yes folks, I’ve arrived with my under-utilised passport (because travel is waaaay too expensive when you add the words ‘home loan’ into the mix) in one hand and a one-way ticket to responsibility in the other.
I’ve touched on my journey to becoming a fully fledged adult in the past, but that was loosely based on my tendencies to fold washing straight off the clothesline and the fact I no longer binged on Froot Loops multiple times a day. Now I have evidence to suggest I’ve found the light (or should I say darkness?) and have some pretty convincing evidence to suggest my adolescent days are well and truly behind me. And here it is.
I spent a good portion of my savings on a new mattress.
When I was at university, getting my hands on a queen size mattress involved asking friends who had a spare one, or finding a cheap one second hand. Now the thought of sleeping on a random person’s used mattress makes me squirm a little on the inside. Having inherited my boyfriend’s mattress when we moved in together, the very first signs of my impending ‘adulthood’ came when I started to complain about getting a sore back and that perhaps we should purchase a new mattress. (Nothing screams ‘senior citz’ like complaining about a sore back!) So off we went mattress shopping. Ah, adulthood!
When you go from store to store lying on dozens of mattresses deciding whether you’d are a ‘firm’, ‘medium’ or ‘plush’, I’ll tell you one thing – it’s not an easy decision! It turns out adulthood also means you quickly go from lying on mattresses to suggesting perhaps you need a new bed frame too – oh, and bedside tables and a new tall boy (yes, forget ‘chest of drawers’, they’re called ‘tall boys’ when you grow up kids!) wouldn’t go astray either!
So there we have it. Most of my life savings gone on a $1000+ mattress and brand new bed suite to match. I’m not even complaining either – every night in that bad boy is bliss and waking up without a trip to the chiro is worth every cent and quick! Send me to a retirement village already.
I started my own business.
The search for my ‘dream job’ without having to relocate to the city seemed to be never ending. For someone who felt like she had her life all planned out well ahead of time, actually finding something I wanted to do for the rest of my life (or at least for the next decade) was proving to be a real challenge. Once I began to immerse myself in presence of other entrepreneurs who were doing amazing things with their careers, I began to realise hey – I’m a pretty skilled older person now! Maybe I can create my dream job and be my own boss!
I feel like the concept of ‘starting your own business’ isn’t really something a lot of young people toss around. We’re so focussed on making this week’s rent whilst still being able to afford a ticket to Falls Festival that the idea we could ever work for ourselves and avoid that 9-5 office life isn’t really realistic. In fact, it turns out entrepreneurism is bigger than ever!
Yes, it’s daunting. Yes, it’s going to be a long time before I can actually work for myself full time. At present, I’m working my 9-5 job (which I still love and have no plans to leave any time soon!), but now I also work from home in my spare time and genuinely love every second of it. It takes a heck load of responsibility and dedication, and I still have to pinch myself a little that I actually took that leap and did it – but it bloody well rocks.
I bought a brand new, seven seater car.
Gone are the days of chugging around in a 1986 Corolla worrying about which window is going to fall out next (true story) – investing in a car is all about fuel consumption, safety ratings and retaining value. I’m onto my fourth car since the good ol’ ancient Corolla days and my latest purchase was a BIG step. No more second hand. No more buying one that’s already done tens of thousands of kilometres. No more buying cars that may or may not be windowless within a few months time.
We went car shopping with having a family in mind – hence the extra seats and big ass boot. Saying out loud ‘We need to be able to fit a baby seat in the back’ is one of the scariest things I’ve ever said. Scarier than realising I actually have to pay back my HECS now. What’s even more adult about it? I actually listened to the sales person, took note of interest rates and hidden fees and costs and shopped around a little for the best deal. It doesn’t get much more ‘adult’ than that my friends!
So now I’m officially all caught up in this ‘being an adult’ business, there’s only more exciting/terrifying endeavours to embark on and discoveries to be made! The fact my mother hints at how much she’d like to start purchasing baby clothing isn’t lost on me. Nor is my failure to not obsess over getting hitched. (Sorry ladies, I didn’t keep my end of the bargain, but I’m trying! Kind of.) If there’s one thing I’ve learnt though is that being a ‘grown up’ is hard work. It’s busy, exhausting, tiring, and any other word that describes being worn out 24/7. So having children? Maybe not today.
But I do have to admit I’ve never felt so proud of myself, accomplished or determined in my whole life. So while I sadly won’t be purchasing goon bags or eating Froot Loops out of the box anytime soon, it turns out this adulthood business isn’t actually so bad after all.