was this the life i was meant to have


hmm, as my friends would know, life bottomed out a bit late october/november, when it seemed like I'd made it to the ripe old age of 30 and regressed. Didn't like where I was living; couldn't believe I had a mortgage yet was still in position of living in cheap rentals etc etc, what happened to living in a nice old house for a very long time (as opposed to moving every year, or twice each year as it has been since being in Tas).

So i have my own place now, and whilst it's a bit so so, it's also very nice having it be all my own, with my own paintings and prints and books and expression of myself; it's nice to have some choice about it and start planning my next adventure. I don't mind livign alone-at this age I think we're meant to be living with our lovers, or in some kind of platonic love arrangement if sharing; and I really missed feeling as though my house was my home.

so that is good, but still i had some angst about other people my age who are becoming parents or about too: the baby boom has hit my generation, (congrats to Dave) as has the wedding bug-just see the photos of Kain and Lea's wedding at Gretski's blog for confirmation.

However I do believe that i have achieved one of the greatest signs of adulthood and that is good bed linen. Ah, luxury. And also freedom-feel so excited about upcoming travel, plans to finally get my swim teacher certification, training at the pool, weather warm enough for weekend beach visits.

but, just quietly, a baby would be nice. Here is a pic of my new baby nephew Asher, how I love him already

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