Last summer I thought I had everything figured out. I remember floating through the airport on my way to a weekend in Stockholm with my uni friends thinking my god life is good! I’d just signed a contract for a small flat in London with my boyfriend, I’d just been offered a promotion at work which meant my very first salaried job! Fine it wasn’t my dream job but being promoted to manager in the restaurant I’d worked at for almost 2 years (minus a couple of months where I disappeared to Australia) and had come to love was seriously exciting.
Fast forward a year and the jobs lost some of its glitter, differences in the management team and a upcoming change of owner has put a dampener on everyone and everything. The boyfriend I broke up with and whilst is for the best it’s a little gutting to realise I’m back to the start all over again and with 30 inching closer and closer my dreams of a perfect wedding and babies seem to be slipping further and further away. And the flat well I’ve struggled on just about maintaining rent and bills on my own but with the contract ending soon and my financial situation I’ll soon have to move everything out of my perfect cosy little home and start again.
In summary I have no boyfriend, no home, a job that’s rapidly losing its shine and an alarmingly low bank balance. Life at 26 is not all I believed it would be.
Don’t get me wrong there are so many positives about my life I have great friends, some amazing colleagues, I’m healthy, relatively happy and I live in London (which is, in my opinion, the best city in the world)!
I guess what I’m trying to say is life’s great but it’s not what I expected, one minute you’re on top of the world the next you’re crying into your cereal. So I’ve taken a step back, and I guess it’s time to start over again. And that’s what this blog is all about figuring out how to be a grownup in a weird weird world!