So at some point in the past couple of months it has become apparent that I am fast moving into the world of becoming an adult.
..Don’t you have a 3 year old child?
You may ask.
Why yes. I do.
But extensive research indicates that having a child does not cause you to grow up but to very much divert the other way and clutch onto your childhood that little bit longer.
Spending summer jumping around in paddling pools, eating ice blocks at the park, having biscuits and and juice for dinner just because (actually I think the minute you turn into an adult you do this, purely because no one can tell you not to).
I don’t feel like a grown up at all.
I have this little game I like to play.
It’s called Shower Skittles.
I stand in a hot shower and eat skittles.
But a few thinks have happened in my life that would push me a little further into the category of ‘Being an Adult’
My boyfriend Jesse proposed to me.
Without delving into the depths of my personal life, I’ll give you the short story version.
Jesse was my bestfriend for years. He watched me go through boyfriend after boyfriend trying to find the ‘perfect man’.
He used to tell me “You should just marry me so I can look after you and Penny”
Queue Julia Roberts movie story line.
Something changed and SUDDEN REALISATION.
Perfect man.
In front of me.
The whole time.
In my considerably short life, I have made some shockingly bad decisions.
Jesse is not one of them.
He may actually be the single greatest decision I’ve ever made in my life.
So now that Jesse and I are on the verge of becoming one of them married types, we’re also on our way to being pushed even further into the “Being an Adult” category. We’re about to buy a house together.
Wonders never cease.
I don’t know how much I like doing THAT type of adult carry on. The whole mortgage thing.
I love being engaged and I’m frothing at the mouth to marry this amazing man and claim him as my own. Legally.
But the concept of signing my life over to the bank is a little less than love worthy.
At this point of the blog I’ve hit a wall.
The overall theme for this was growing up.
But I kind of just want to gush and brag about my fiancé.
Which I can imagine would be terribly boring for you, dear reader.
Just let it be known that although I am being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the “Being an Adult” category, it’s kind of not so scary, because I am going there with my soul mate.
This is for Jesse, to avoid a public declaration of love, I lesbians you.
We will grow old together but we will never grow up.
A life lesson in itself.
