Sorry it’s been a bit quiet around here! I’m currently working on a big presentation and I’ve been keeping busy making lots of little trips to M&S and Boston Tea Party but nothing really blogworthy. However, today I’m off to Dubrovnik for a spontaneous long weekend so rest assured there are some exciting posts coming!
In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about that big scary word – adulthood. If you’d have asked me when I was about 15, I probably would have told you that, two months before my 22nd birthday, I’d be living it up in some sort of swanky London flat and a job in some similarly flashy creative industry like a real adult. I’m not, I’m living in an Exeter student house that until very recently had a hideous mould problem, and spending half my days selling perfumes and the rest researching the corrupt world of American college sports. I wouldn’t call myself a real adult by any means, but occasionally I catch myself doing something and think to myself – my God, I’m a grown up. Here’s a little list of some of the little things that scream ADULT to me and my quarter-life crisis.
- Having a glass of wine with lunch, cause why not? (Bonus points for stopping at 1)
- Wearing nude nail varnish
- Ringing the tax office and at least sounding like you know what you’re talking about
- Packing a raincoat to go on the holiday you booked 10 days before departure
- Idly planning wedding outfits (for non-existent weddings) during downtime at work
- Getting excited over avocados and M&S deli deals – although in fairness, this has been a trait of mine for many years now
- When parents refer to you as “the lady” when talking to their children
What makes you stop and think oh-my-god-I’m-a-grown-up?! Like I said, I’m off for a rainy weekend in Croatia so I’ll catch ya on the other side!