I turn 27 on Monday. 27. When I was about 18, 27 seemed REALLY old. By the time I was 27 I always thought I’d have a really successful career, a house, a decent level of savings, be married, have a dog.
As I sit writing this, I realise I’m not that far off what I thought 27 would be. I’m working in the finance industry as a Paraplanner. This is definitely not the career I thought my 27 year old self would end up in. I went to University and studied History and Politics with the intention of becoming a History Teacher. Unfortunately, by the time I graduated the government were cutting down on recruitment on certain subjects. History being one of them. So, I graduated. Worked full time and saved. I saved to move to China to teach English. I came back and got a job in Finance. Complete career change but I love it. Granted, if I had gone straight into this job after University, I’d be further in my career by now. But I lived and worked in China and learnt a different language. Not many people can say they’ve done that.
I have a house. I live with my fiancée and our Jack Russell. So that ticks two things off my list. Actually, almost three things because we are getting married in June 2018. This is the reason I don’t have a good level of savings because every single spare penny is going towards our dream wedding.
So, it’s not as bad as I thought. But I think the problem is that I don’t feel 27. In 3 years I’ll be 30. What!? How did this happen!?
It’s crazy. When I think about me and my friends, it seems like yesterday we were at University, watching trashy TV on our days off and going out every night even if we did have to be up early the next day for a lecture.
Now we’re all growing up and have grown up responsibilities. How did it happen so fast?
I’m getting married next year and I’ll have a different name. I find that really weird.
My best friend was married last month. She’s now sat on a plane on her way to Mexico for her honeymoon and when they get back they are going to try for a baby. I feel like shaking her and shouting: WE’RE STILL KIDS. YOU CAN’T HAVE A BABY. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? HOW ARE WE GOING TO PARTY UNTIL 5AM IF YOU’RE A MOTHER!?
But the fact is we’re not kids anymore. We’re adults now. With mortgages, careers and (gulp) babies to think about. And let’s be realistic now…. I can’t party until 5am anymore. I’ll be wanting food and bed by 2am at the very very latest.
I realise that this makes it sound like I am not happy with my life. I truly am. I’m marrying the love of my life next year, we have the cutest little dog and a nice house.
It’s just scary how this point of my life has snuck up on me. It’s made me feel that I didn’t appreciate my younger years as much as I should of. Maybe I should have partied more, travelled more, studied more.
Who knows. I’m here now. And I’m going to try my damned hardest to appreciate all the little things from now on and not take anything for granted because before I know it, this chapter of my life will be done. And it’ll be on to the next…