Saturday, 4 February 2012
My baby sister turns 18 today. I'm only two and a half years older than her, but I can remember my mum being pregnant with her. Therefore, Ruby turning 18 leaves me (at 20) feeling old. I'm doing all the grown up stuff now: I have a real job with real risk (!), I have a proper boyfriend, I pay bills (not many, but the point stands) and I'm crawling towards 30. And, for once, I'm not depressed at the impending doom of my old age. I'm excited by it. Yes, it sucks that I will one day have to bow down to the inevitable wrinkles and pension but, for now, life is pretty good. At least I'm getting older and getting money. Makes a change from getting older and not getting money.