Great Expectations

Ok so I started to write a post and realised what utter bullshit it was hit select and deleted it all.

So this week I turn 25.

Its funny because when I was a child in my head 24 year people I saw down the street, working in shops or on TV I thought were proper grown ups. I always believed by the time I was 24 I would be a proper adult.

I would not be off gallivanting off around the globe living a shared house in Melbourne waitressing without a clue in the world about where my life would take me. That was not part of the plan. 

Twenty-four year old people looked like they had it all sorted. They had the beginnings of careers, responsibilities, long term boyfriends, flats that they’d made into homes and took two week holidays abroad somewhere.

I’m not sure if this is what I actually want or if it’s what I believe I should want but either way that hasn’t gone to plan.

Unlike Liz Gilbert I didn’t just collect National Geographics under my bed in a box, (for the purpose of this we’ll just pretend I don’t currently have a pile STA Travel magazines on my side,) I got an idea about a place I wanted to go and without a thought in the world booked the soonest flight there and then looked into the place afterwards when I would indulge in buying a Lonely Planet guide after browsing Waterstone’s for hours.

I’ve been told a fair few times that I should become a travel writer but I think there’s enough people in the world telling people what’s so great about a place and that they should visit. Who am I to tell people what they’d enjoy about a place. Everyone likes different things about places and people should judge for themselves what they want to go and see in the world. And the best places, well what’s the point in telling everyone else, because then they’ll just get spoilt.

I might not a clue what I’m doing with my life right now, and I think that I probably should now that I’m turning 25 but to be honest how many people really have a clue about what they’re ever doing in life. At least I’m enjoying not having any real reason not to say 'fuck it where’s my next flight to!'

I might not be minted when I’m old and my grandchildren might be a bit disappointed about this but when I’m looking back on my life I’m gonna have a hellva lot of good memories.