As much fun as reminiscing about my
adventures in Europe was, I reckon it's time to move on and get back
to what this blog used to be about- nothing in particular. Lets be
honest, deep down most of us would rather read about someone's life
that is a bit average. It makes us feel better about ourselves. This
is the exact reason why I love Home and Away. No matter how shit I
have it, at least my lover hasn't accidentally shot his own father
and is facing a lifetime in prison while I'm left hiding a pregnancy
to my step sister's husband...
So here I am, back again. Miss twenty
something here to share with you my thoughts, fears and above all
banal first world problems like how much it sucks when you go to make
a coffee at work and someone's used the last of the boiling water in
the jug. Fill after use people. Fill, after, use.
Of late I've been forced to realise
that I'm on a fast way track to getting old. How do I know this?
Well, for one I've started having the occasional singular drink after
work, at home, watching the news. I also took a shine to the popular
home reno show The Block. The nail in the coffin was when a new boy
band performed at work this week. After ogling the cute guys, I was
informed that when I was their age, they were 10. Instantly felt the
need to wrap a scarf around one of them and check whether they'd
eaten their lunch that day.
What does this mean for my twenty
something syndrome? Am I finally accepting the fact that I can't put
off growing up for much longer? Judging by the number of Simpsons
episodes saved on our hard drive I would beg to differ but still,
it's happening.
Funny to think that at my age, my
parents were hitched and owned their own home. I on the other hand am
living the de facto dream and haemorrhaging rent money for a shoebox
apartment.
Times have changed though and to be
honest, I'm pretty darn happy with how things are at the moment. I
cherish walking to work knowing three quarters of the rest of this
city are sitting in traffic, silently cursing their suburban
existence. I also like the freedom of knowing that I can go out any
night for as long as I want...even if I do choose bad reality telly
and a cuppa 80% of the time.
Guess even at the (not so much tender
but closer to medium-rare) age of 26 I can still stake a claim on
suffering twenty something syndrome then. Right, best be off now- X
Factor's on and being a twenty something chick I still have a soft
spot for Britney....aaaaand before you judge, I KNOW you still know
all the words.
