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Important engagements

As of this past Saturday, it seems that I have been accepted into the world of the mature adult, as I went to my first ever Grown Up Occasion. Dressed in my most businesslike outfit, I spent the night sipping wine and talking politics at a friend’s dinner party… a far cry from my normal Saturday night involving a lot more alcohol and a lot less coherent talk.

The reason for such an adult night out was so that one of my closest friends could announce her engagement. As one of the bridesmaids now charged with organising the Hen Night, I found this a particularly scary announcement as it means she will no longer be a ‘young adult’ but a proper adult, with a house and a husband and most importantly, responsibility. As the most responsible thing I have to do at the moment is make sure I get out of bed in time to get to work by 9.00, it’s taking a while to sink in.

Obviously I’m really happy for her, and I’m looking forward to seeing what colour she wants the bridesmaids to wear on the day; before more than likely trying to change her mind. It’s also a great excuse for a girls’ weekend away involving lots of alcohol and silliness. However, combined with the fact that it will be my 23rd birthday in a couple of weeks, it’s been a great wake-up to make me realise that everyone is growing up around me, while I seem to be stuck!

Eating, drinking and shopping too

Of all my friends I’ve kept in contact with from school and college, I was the only one to go to university. Most have been working for the past 5 or 7 years, while I’ve only recently started working. It has only been in the past couple of months that I’ve stopped being as cautious with money…as I’ve finally realised that now I can afford to eat AND go to the pub, and I’ve just been enjoying the sensation of buying new clothes without thinking about the fact that I’d have to walk home in order to afford it.

However, it seems as though I’m the only one who finds this fascinating; the girls I live with got over the sensation of having money a long time ago, and now it seems to be the thing for everyone to have themselves a ‘five-year plan’ for the future. Before we all moved in together I guess I didn’t really notice anything, but it’s very strange to hear the girl I used to go to Brownies with telling me about her plans to have a house and a mortgage, while my friend from the school hockey team talks about how her and her boyfriend plan to start a family in a year or two.

So although I’m happy just waiting to see what happens, spending all my time with people who seem to have the future figured out has made me start to think about whether I would want to try and do the same. I know what I’d like to happen in the next few years (I become a famous journalist and earn lots of money doing so, I impress Johnny Depp with my writing and we settle down and buy a house together), but I don’t know how I’d go about making it happen. I have also been criticised for my aspirations possibly being a little high, but I don’t see there being anything wrong with being optimistic!

Did I get the job?

Apart from the dinner party, the only thing that’s happened this fortnight is that I applied for what could be a really interesting job as well as a step in the journalism direction, and have been invited for an interview. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve actually been excited about a job opportunity, so I’ll be spending the next few days doing some serious research. Unfortunately my past disappointments have taught me not to start dreaming about quitting my job just yet, so I’m being really cautious and I’m not going to say what the position is right now. By the time you read this it will be over; so hopefully the next blog will have some good news to report…

I’ve pretty much decided that I quite like not planning or knowing what’s yet to come, and although right now I desperately want to work in journalism, I don’t want to feel guilty if either that doesn’t happen, or I decide I want to do something else entirely. I’ve been told, and I believe, that I’m quite fickle, and if one day I try parachute jumping and decide I’d like to do it professionally, then I don’t want to be embarrassed that I abandoned ‘The Plan’.

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