This is a totally self indulgent piece for me to write, and I know that. As much as I wanted to deny it, the fact my 30th birthday is imminent (actually today) has really made me think a bit. Essentially 30 is no more significant than any other birthday but at the same time it’s leaving one decade and entering another. No longer being able to say the general ‘in my twenties’ or ‘twenty-something’ (well, not without fibbing). It also makes you have a bit of a ponder about what you have done in that time – I remember making a bit of a rubbish attempt at a ’30 things I want to do before 30’ list when I was around 20/21, I don’t think I even made it past 10/15 things! But when I think back to it (actually can’t find the list but remember most of what was on it) I’ve done pretty well at ticking them off.
I remember having things on there of a very superficial nature – like buying an expensive handbag for myself (check… a couple of times), expensive shoes (check…the wedding was a perfect excuse), owning a car (I don’t have one now, but did from around 21-24/5ish).
There were bigger ‘life’ things on there like owning my own home – this is one I’m pretty proud to have been able to do as it’s far from easy with house prices being steep and needing big chunks of deposits. But thanks to one of the Government led ‘help to buy’ type schemes we managed to do it and have been living in our own place since 2009.
Other things I maybe haven’t managed to do – travel around the world. I have travelled a fair amount, but technically not all around the world. I had planned to do this as part of my year in America by going the ‘wrong way’ to get home. But at the time I decided I wanted to do it, but not as keen at doing it totally on my own – not for any fear as such, I just wanted someone to chat to. But since deciding that I haven’t managed to get there.
I have had some amazing experiences this decade – I had a great time at Uni, the biggest highlight being the year I spent living and studying in the US. I met some of my most favourite people in the world over there, and know that a bit of my heart will always be in Louisiana. When I was there I did some fantastic stuff, Spring Break at SXSW Festival and camping in Texas (and I’m not a camping sort of girl), Thanksgiving at Disney World Florida, going to VooDoo Festival in New Orleans (listening to Green Day sing time of my life was a definite moment), Mardi Gras in New Orleans (and generally many amazing New Orleans memories). There are too many to list – but just to say it was an amazing year, in an amazing place with amazing people.
Interestingly I remember never putting anything like get married/have kids/fall in love etc on my list of ‘things to do’. I’m so happy that I did meet Ollie way back, but it was never a goal or plan – I figured that sort of thing would just happen when it happened. The scariest part being though that I remember being in my late teens and thinking 28 would be a good age to get married, then have kids around 30 – now being there I know I’m nowhere near ready! But then are you ever ready!? Who knows on that one! But I am excited to be getting married to my best friend later in the Summer. I hope the day itself is going to be amazing, but hope our life together is even better and full of more silly and happy memories.
The biggest thing I think I am most proud of having done in my twenties though is definitely my blog and where it’s taken me. I would never have guessed when I started it in 2009 that I would end up doing this as my job – but I am over the moon that the hard work has paid off. I’m actually typing this whilst sitting on a plane on the way to Malta to go to the MTV Isle of MTV festival – it’s crazy experiences like this that make me pinch myself. I’m sure I’ve said it a million times and will do so a million more – but I love that I’ve actually achieved making blogging and working for myself my job. If you asked me a year ago I would have said I’d love to but it will never happen – but now I’m here and have been doing it for six months (so far managing to pay bills *high fives self*) I’m very, very, happy about this.
Oh, and I also took the plunge this week and did something I’ve been thinking of doing since I was 20… and got a tattoo (sorry mum). Decided to just stop thinking about it and do it – and whilst I’m still a bit freaked out that I did, I am happy I finally had the guts to go through with it.
Not totally sure what the point of this post was overall, but just fancied a little ramble about life in my twenties. Bring on the thirties I say. Oh, and if I hear any one of you saying you feel old at 23/25 whatever – please do shut up. You’re not (I’m not either – FYI).