‘I’m getting old’ is a phrase I often use when I justify to my friends that I’m staying in and not going on another night out, as I curl up with a book, a cup of tea and attempt to write my novel – which is currently going absolutely nowhere if you were wondering.
When I was younger, I used to dream of being older and being able to do what I want without permission of anyone else.
At 21, I think I’ve hit a point where I am starting to understand the adulthood and the sheer amount of responsibility that comes with it. I have almost finished my third year of university and applying for ‘career’ jobs is absolutely terrifying. Being rejected from said jobs is even more terrifying for that matter.
My lovely Nan got married at the age of 18, she had her first child at 22, her second at 24 and not long after her third. It’s strange how times have changed and to think that at the same age as me, she was preparing to have a real life baby human. I am nowhere near ready to do any of that yet, it’s just so interesting to see how the times have changed since then. As my Nan says, ‘Things were just different back then.’
There is a lot of pressure, however, many of my friends are having children, buying houses and getting job promotions. Which is all wonderful and I’m so happy for them but I can’t help but feel like the university has set me back a little when it comes to adulthood.
I’m three years behind everyone else for a piece of paper, a sh*t load of debt that may not even get me a better job or a better advantage than anyone else.
I guess we’ll see, won’t we? Thank you for reading this blog post, hope you enjoyed my ramblings even a little.