Old? Well yes I think I probably am…

What exactly is the definition of OLD though? I’ve been known to carry my own tea bags since the age of 19, although it has recently become quite the thing I have crocheted and knitted for a very long time, I’m in a relationship that has just passed the 10 year mark. Whilst I’m attending the weddings of some friends and others are having their first babies we are parenting a teenager in high school. I very often fall asleep before 10pm on the lounge trying to stay up so that I can retain my cool Gen X cred (and failing obvs), pottering around my house drinking pots of tea, having early dinners and long baths is a nice weekend for me. My bag generally contains a cardigan and two handkerchiefs, one for me and one to offer if needed.

So I guess in some ways yes I am old. Old as the hills dang-nabbit!

But then in other ways, I feel incredibly young, foolish and inexperienced. I have not travelled, nor have I been to Uni or undertook any tertiary studies at all (a year-long Cert 3 in Fashion Design doesn’t count does it?). I still colour my own hair with fairly hit and miss results (back to pink most recently) I wear bright playful colours rather than more appropriate work attire… I still have never had a proper Credit Card or a personal loan, and I happily remain a renter of houses rather than a home owner. But I guess the most telling thing to me that I am still young is I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up… I don’t feel like I’ve got a proper job, certainly not a career or a vocation, perhaps though this is something of a Gen Xer thing, a little like the character in Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar who (from memory) pictures herself in a tree laden with fruit, so much fruit that she is unable to choose so sits there watching it all rot, choosing nothing instead.*

I always thought growing up that 27 was the special grown up age. And a lot of great things happened to me that year I met MrPt, TC and I moved to Sydney away from my home town for the 1st time** however I am now 37 (in a row?!***) and for a while this became my new proper grown up age… but it’s not really is it? I mean if I’m still having all this uncertainty going on I can’t be!

Perhaps it’s 47? I’ll let you know



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*I don’t know if I remembered that correctly but I can’t be arsed finding out, it is what I remember from the book.

** . I did actually move to Sydney once before but that all ended rather poorly so I do not count it.

*** I cannot help that I am a Kevin Smith tragic the line pops into my head every damn time

Jess over at Essentially Jess is a very entertaining and funny woman on Twitter; I was surprised this morning to find she was such a prolific blogger, I was not however surprised that her self-deprecating humour shone through and that she has a heap of fans and commenters. IBOT seems to be a pretty neat idea nad who knows I might be abel to stick to this once a week caper!


This is the first time I’m linking with Jess for IBOT, due to the VERY sporadic nature of my actually writing on this blog it may be the only time too!