You often hear grumbles about how much simpler life was when we were younger – before we had bills to pay and jobs that meant we HAD to get up in the mornings. Before we had to deal with flatmates and house hunting and property agents and recruitment agents and car dealers and insurance and supermarkets.
But you know what? I like being a grownup.
Yeah, there were good things about adolescence. But I hated my body and how I looked. I was not comfortable in my own skin. I wore too much makeup, badly. I was pining after boys who didn’t give me a second look, and being pined after by boys I wouldn’t give a second look or creeped me out (and by others who never let on, who I now count among my best friends). Yeah, I had some freaking awesome times with friends, but I also had a lot of clashes at home. I wanted to live a life that wasn’t mine, but that quite frankly, wouldn’t have suited me anyway.
Adulthood isn’t easy by any means, but IMO, it is infinitely preferable.
I’ve always been an old soul, and so independence suits me perfectly. I have a job I love, a fiance I love, a life I generally love. I don’t have to answer to anyone, as long as I do my job, pay my taxes, don’t speed, don’t trash my house, etc etc.
Today, I am 24. It sounds strange to say. But I am now well and truly in my mid-twenties.
Do you ever long for the halcyon days of childhood? Or were you eager to grow up?
