Skip to main content

Eeeep When Did I Become a Grown Up????


Just having a bit of reflection and before I know it I am doing grown up things like getting a joint bank account and buying my first house with the fantastic Mr Bus.  How on earth did this happen?  It’s like it crept up behind me when I wasn’t looking and there it is….Adulthood.

Now, I have to say that I think there are many benefits of being a “Grown Up”, you can eat what you want when you want to, and you can drink alcohol and earn your own money.  These are all things I have come to love.  I do not miss really my student days of scraping by, having no money relying on the stupid Student Loans Company and a little part time job to make ends meet.  Also I do not miss the restrictiveness of still being in school.  I am pleased my days of exams (hopefully) are over.

However, all this said I do miss the ignorance of youth and the simple life that comes with it, that all you have to worry about is if you have done your homework and if people will like you.  Of course I am one of the lucky ones I think as I didn’t really get bullied, I think some people tried but I have thicker skin than that.  I mean I was called names but nothing more really.  I suppose they did have a resounding effect on me as I can still remember them: Lego head, evil eyes, bride of Satan, child of Satan and singing at me Whey hey we’re the monkeys.  I look back on these and laugh to be honest.

I remember the strange feeling when I finished university, it was bizarre not having to do any course work or studying in the evenings or weekends and having them to myself.  I think this is also a reason why I wouldn’t want a job working weekends or evenings, I have got too used to having them free now.  I did try and fill this space at first with lots of projects but it’s become bliss not having to do anything with this time if I don’t want to and I don’t have to feel guilty about it either.

So this time of change I go forth into the phase of proper responsibility having to pay a mortgage, bye bye to the rental world of seemingly dead money to invest in our own property and home.  The stress this is bringing though I do wonder why people move house, I have told the fantastic Mr Bus that we wouldn’t be moving on anytime soon until I have forgotten the trauma of this time round and we have had it quite easy really.

Also I think a sign of getting old is when you become excited about home ware and in particular things for the kitchen.  I remember receiving a really good Pyrex dish for Christmas off my Nan one year and loving it thinking it would be ideal for me to make pasta bakes and lasagne in.  For my birthday just gone I received a cake pop maker and a pie maker, once we’re in our new home I can’t wait to try them out!!!

The fantastic Mr Bus and I were discussing peoples homes the other day and we both agreed we hate it when peoples personalities get lost when it comes down to décor and everyone’s houses start looking the same like out of a catalogue.  People go on about things they will  have when they have their own home and the ideas on what they will do, then none of this actually happens.  So we have been determined when we get our new home this will reflect our personality and taste and we will try not to succumb to the run of the mill with ‘the sofas that everyone has’ ‘those chairs’ and ‘that cabinet from ikea’.  Photos to follow on our home I am sure a little teaser is we’re having a Batman bathroom and I can’t wait!!!!
 
 
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

28 Years Later

My word I can’t believe that 28 years ago this month I met my best friend.  Who would have thought it?  We have been together through thick and thin, there have been highs and lows but like any relationship you have to work at it. We can remember that our first argument was about the size of a killer whale, I think I said it was as big as a house.  Goodness knows.  Anyway, we have had some other disagreements since then but when it comes down to it we are still there for each other.  I think we also know when we need some space and so if we don’t hear off one another for a couple of days it’s not a big thing. Ms James is my best friend for many reasons.  I know she is always there, she is very good at advice although can do with listening to her own wise words now and again, but can’t we all.  Also she doesn’t judge.  I know I can tell her anything on this planet and she won’t judge me and be nothing but a friend. I love her quirk...
3 comments
Read more

The Afternoon Teas Have Returned....Cheltenham

Hurrah, at long last the delightful afternoon teas have returned and it was kick started with a meet up with the Biffa's (self given name for my little group of lovely ladies).  We decided to meet up in Cheltenham as it's roughly half way between Bridgend and Stafford along with being a nice place. We decided to rendezvous at the Cheltenham park and ride.  I have to say one of my main priorities when visiting any where is that they have a decent easy to get to park and ride.  I mean, why battle with the inner town systems of somewhere you haven't a clue when you can just park up and jump on a bus which does the stressful bit for you. On arrival into the town we got our bearings by heading to the nearest decent looking pub and as we were driving the strongest thing we opted for was caffeine.  Still it gave us chance to have a natter, exchange some gifts and decide where we wanted to go and if anyone had anything in particular they wanted to get.     ...
2 comments
Read more

A Year On

I tend to not like to blog too much about serious things, as it can all get a bit bogged down. However, I would like to reflect on the past year, and truly I must say that everything happens for a reason. My 30th year started in disaster with what was meant to be a lovely trip to Rome with my boyfriend at the time, which was on my list of places to visit since goodness knows when. Instead we got to Rome and I got dumped and found a person who I considered a friend was truly the opposite. Still we managed to make the best out of a bad situation and I still got to see the things I really wanted to see but obviously my heart wasn’t in it and I was reluctant to throw my euro into the Trevi fountain not particularly wanting to return at that point. The next few months passed in some what of a blur, but luckily I have amazing friends who were there for me and pulled me through. I kept myself busy and developed quite the social life for myself and so I was never left to mull in my ...
2 comments
Read more