Turning 22

Last week was my birthday which passed without too much to note. I worked, I ate Chinese food, watched GBBO and went to bed. I feel like I’m a proper adult now as I have a full time job, I’m in a long term relationship and I’m even starting to save up for the future (although let’s be honest, I want to blow it all on makeup). Adulting hard.


But turning 22 meant that I thought about years passed and whether or not I’m where I want to be. And 5 years ago I thought things were going to be very different.

Let’s be honest, I thought I’d have my shit together a little more than I do. At 17 I thought that I would be living alone in a new city, working in a lab full time researching genetic disease and be paying off my student loan. The reality is that I’m living back with my parents in the town that I’ve always lived in, I’m working in a lab full time as a technician and I’m not earning anywhere near enough to start paying off my loan. But I’m okay with that.

Because at 17 I was also not telling anybody about my mental health, I didn’t have a good group of friends and the only qualifications I had were my GCSEs. Now I’m not battling my inner demons in secret and I’m actually trying to get better, I have the best friends I could ask for (both offline and those I’ve met through blogging) and I now hold A Levels and a degree. I’m even looking into starting a masters next September and switching up my job at work so that I can teach a little bit and get some experience there.

So yes, my life isn’t exactly where I thought it would be when I was younger, but it’s pretty damn good.


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