Time flies, unless you’re in my department during quarter end and you have 5 more hours to the end of your shift but there’s no one needing your help. Other than that, time flies fast. Our moving to Ireland seems like yesterday, but we’re here for over a year.
Just today I realized it’s already April and next month I’m turning 25. I will be like quarter-century old. I just had my high school exams and now I’m already THIS old? No offense to people who are actually really older than me. It just I FEEL OLD.
Maybe that’s the fact of having older husband? Sing will be 30 this year. That means he can show off that his wife is still ‘in her twenties’, but as a matter of fact, I need to include his aging in my life plans. I don’t want our few year old baby to complain to me that daddy is too old to go out and play football with him.
To be honest I think being a guy is much easier than being a girl when it goes to aging, the guys just get ‘mature’, we get ‘old’. I even heard a ‘genius’ theory passed in Momzilla’s side of the family that the guy is a preservative to woman’s youth. Married ergo preserved and don’t need to be worried about ‘expiring’.
Lucky me – preserved by the power of Little Prince.
This said, let me share with you with some of my personal thoughts about growing up and being an adult:
- I can only have 2 out of 3 – money, time, energy. And if by any chancwe I get to have all 3 of the following, the Irish weather screws me up. Finally I earn enough money to comfortably go out, I have two days off and I can sleep until the afternoon… well, screw me – let it rain like in the Bible!
- I won’t go to a doctor, I will just pray not to die. In the US I could at least blame it on the expensive healthcare, but now I have a really great insurance. It doesn’t matter, unless someone literally drags me to the doctor I will just take bunch of pills and hope to wake up after a nap.
- I need to remember about the bills. I don’t mind paying them, but REMEMBERING about them is the difficult part. I thank the guy who thought of ‘direct debit’ option. However, not every place agrees to do this for joint account. Thanks again, Preservative, for making my life difficult.
- Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean being together is easy. Aside of any ‘relationship status: it’s complicated’, being together means lots of paperwork. It’s not just ‘yeah, we love each other, we want to be together’. It’s even more difficult if the two of you come from different countries. Wherever we decide to move it means tons of papers to get other papers so we can file different papers. Hail the bureaucracy.
- Homemade cooked food is wonderful… when cooked by someone else. I like to cook simple and fast to make food. Older I get, more upset I become seeing frying pan. I swear to you, we stopped eating potatoes only because I’m too lazy to peel them. For rice I can just put it to rice cooker and let the machine do all the job.
- I’m actually getting old. Like wrinkled and stuff. I’m closer to look like my mom rather than those young ‘Instagram stars’. Bit like in ‘Freaky Friday’. I love this movie. I think I took my youth for granted, didn’t care too much and now I read those skin care books, put crap on my face and hope I won’t look like I just adopted my own husband.
- I needed to learn how to manage OUR time. And I don’t talk about those little daily stuff. I need to plan when to sign this paperwork, how late I will be at work. What about holidays – with my parents or your parents? What time? For how long? Where? I want to be back 18 when I could just tell my parents I go away with my friends and there would be no one questioning me ‘Why won’t we spend more time together?.
- My metabolism has always been shitty, but recently it reached a whole new level of shittiness. Never take your ‘good genes’ for granted, it’s an illusion so you get fat and can never ever go down with your weight again.
- I cannot remember all the songs I used to love when I was a teen. If I’m lucky, I will find them randomly on YouTube, if not, I will have some melody stuck in my head and it will bug me every day.
- Adulthood is about choices. Pay more for a fridge with a water dispenser or the cheaper, but bigger model with no water dispenser? Should I renovate the kitchen or the bathroom? Do I really need that chair? All those questions kill my happiness from our new home.
- ID pictures. The guy who made up the rules for those photos was pure evil. I don’t know ANYONE who would have a good ID picture.
- I prefer to napping than hanging out. 8PM and I’m ready to sleep. Sometimes I feel my 98 year old great-grandma has more energy than I do. One of our friends told us that we are one old couple.
- People will judge you if you prefer to behave in a certain way. I love cute stuff, my age doesn’t matter. I will be 70 and I will still drink out of my Rilakkuma cup. But I have a feeling that often people, especially non-Asian people, will judge me based on my preferences and not my ability. At work one of our bosses didn’t believe in my abilities until I actually managed to do a thing they couldn’t do in over half a year. Cuteness power, biatch!
- I cannot get Happy Meal without ‘the look’. Well, if you give me the same size meal in ‘adult version’ I might buy it. Until that, you better pack me more ketchup to those fries.
- There’s plenty of crap to worry about. Money, health, family members that are far away, is my cat’s puke just a ‘fur puke’ or is Biscuit dying… Worry, worry, worry.
- Fees. Fees everywhere. Bank fee for taking out my own money, management fee for apartment I already own while no maintenance is done, fee for paying by card at store or restaurant. I didn’t even realize how many bullsh*t charges there are until I grew up and started to managing my own finances.
- Some dreams won’t come true… But you could read that in one of my older posts (click here).
- Karma doesn’t exist. Call me jealous, but it eats me inside when I see people who don’t deserve it, yet they still get a green light for their whole life.
Just because you are good it doesn’t mean your life will be good. There was time I cried and asked my husband why I cannot have this or that going well in my life, am I a bad person? And he told me ‘Sometimes it’s just not meant to be yours’.
It’s not all that bad, in the end I have a husband I love and who loves me. I have bit more independence. I can blame only myself if I screw up. We are getting our first home together. We can have a baby without my dad wanting to shoot Sing’s balls…
But I won’t lie to you, you have no idea how many times I called my mom to let her know she was right and I was wrong!
How do you feel about growing up and being an adult? Share your thoughts! We would love to read them! 🙂