I'm on the verge of adulthood, or in the midst of it. It's hard to tell because it's a fierce battle between the reality of things such as my 26th birthday, recently passed, and the things below, and adolescent denial.
1) Four weddings, four more weddings and eight engagements
My Facebook feed is choc-a-bloc with beautiful pictures of brides to be, grooms to be, brides and grooms, and congratulatory messages. I sigh and aww very loudly at rings and happy couples, but then chicken out when Weng says to go and get my finger sized.
2) Findaproperty
We are jumping onto the property ladder with the help of my parents' massive generosity. It is a mind numbingly large amount of money, which we'll pay back of course, but still, a huge amount of money to owe for a significant amount of time i.e. most of our lives.
3) What do you want to do with your career?
What? I have a 'career'? Apparently it's no longer ok to say, 'I dunno, I'll figure it out when I get older', because I am. now. old. and I needed to know, like, a month ago, when I was supposed to have submitted my 'development plan' for the year with my carefully balanced and considered ambitions. To that point, what ambitions?
4) The noobs are SO YOUNG
They're like my brother's year. My brother is still picking his nose and eating it in my head, not nearly old enough to hold down a real job...geez.
The only upside of getting older? I can (just about) afford a lavish 2 week holiday to Peru this autumn. Woohoo!
