I felt compelled to write, largely because my camera always appears to be dead, the connector lost, my dinners eaten before I can photograph them and my clothes being lost somewhere between the wash and my bedroom. Then I decided I’m only slightly more boring without these things, so I’ll just post anyway.
And really it was all this talk of babies and homes and what-have-you on the Vogue forum. I feel completely incongruous with my age. I’m 31. I’m 31 and I’m two months into my career job. I had another which I hated, went back to uni, and got another one, which two months in am quite certain I love. But all this talk of babies and houses! I have neither of these things and feel more compelled at this point in my life to investigate my first MJ handbag than I do to think about bricks and mortar. This is largely due to spending most of my twenties being a student. Late bloomer develops into delayed responsibility. And now it’s as if everything has backed up behind itself because much as I’d love expensive dinners and handbags, all that has to be crammed into a year or two, because, that tick tick is chasing me.
Still a year of dinners and dresses will be enough. I have no regrets. Just an abject lack of time. Mr G and I were somehow graced with an endless supply of patience, and trust that these things will happen as they should.*
*as they should being before 35 😉