When did I become so grown up? I hit my 30’s this year and it is only in the few months since then that I have really felt like a ‘growed up’ person, or more precisely what I imagine one should feel like. Planning a baby. Woah, that’s growed up for sure. Talk of marriage (although it seems a lot easier to discuss babies with a man than marriage!) and now what for me is the big huge defining moment of my adult life. Buying a house. Not right this second of course, Dave and his sisters still have to sell their mothers house down south but by Christmas we will be hunting, going to open homes, making offers even. I nearly have to go lie down after just typing about it. I never thought in my whole life I would be in this position but here we are (nearly) and woah, that is ‘growed up’ for sure.
We went to an open home this weekend. Such a mistake. We knew we had no money, we were just seeing what was available in our price range. It wasn’t really even in our price range but looked nice. Anyway it was a mistake, the house was not a ‘do up and sell on for a profit’ house, it was a forever house that was perfect for us down to the tiniest details. Baby room? Check. Cat door? Check. Radiator right next to (my side of) the bed? Not on my list but yes please! We walked away from the house a little sad and I am now banned from even vaguely looking at property listings until we have the money to get excited.
But no matter how grown up I get I will always be whipped reminded of my position when I have a cat sitting on my back: