That Grown Up Word

Mortgage. The fact that it took me three tries to even spell mortgage right screams that I am anything but ready to have one. The idea of saving and scrimping and not buying make-up whenever I feel like is making me feel very grown up. A whole lot more grown up than I thought I would be at this point in my life.

I’m 21. I’ve graduated from uni and I have a full time job. I have my own car and I pay for my own holidays. I have now been granted permission to have candles in my room and I don’t need reminding to turn my hair straighteners off before I leave in the morning. I have officially made it to the next stage. The scary thing is that the next step is a house and buying my own toaster and all the other stuff you don’t really think about when you live with your parents.

How do you even pay your taxes or pay for your electricity and water and all your usual stuff that just happens when you flick a switch or turn on the tap? For some reason all this important stuff was skipped at school and university. Why is there not a class that teaches you about paying bills and living like an adult? They teach you how to bake a cake but not how to live your life on your own. That makes no sense.

I don’t have to worry now though because the house won’t be for at least another two years. Two years of scrimping and saving and not eating take-away twice a week to save money. You just know it’s gonna be tough but I’m hoping that when we finally find ourselves in our first home, sat on the living room floor with a few beers and shit Saturday night tv, we will know we have made it and we did it all on our own.