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Thursday, 27 August 2015

20 Things I'm Learning As A Twenty-Something


In a couple weeks, I won’t be 24 anymore.


I’ll officially be a quarter of a century old. Which is to say, not very old at all. But still a wee bit lot older than I told a barman the other day – he asked for my ID; I was like ‘sheesh I’m eighteen already fool.’ Then corrected myself... ‘I mean, I’m really twenty-twooahuh-four. Twenty-four. ’ And he looked absolutely bewildered. Let’s pretend that’s because he was Australian not because I was talking nonsense.

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This past year, I feel like I’ve done an awful lot. I finished my Masters, graduated and left university (finally), interned, moved back south, became employed, started really paying taxes, dated, discovered Crobar, got promoted, dated some more, taken up climbing, taken up boxing, learnt how to make vegan haggis, decided to never date again, lost touch with good friends, reconnected with old friends, made new friends, joined a London music society, and a book group, and a writing group, been lonely, been happy, been excited and mostly just been busier than ever.


And I’m finally in London. London. The city I always knew I needed to live in. The city I love the way a crow loves a murder and a plot loves a twist. The city that I’m sure will churn me up and spit me out like it does most everyone, but where, in the mean time, I’m content to figure myself out.


It’s amazing. It’s scary. And how the hell am I nearly twenty-five?! Anyway, seemed like a good excuse to jot down twenty-four things that I feel I’ve kind of learnt in the last twelve months. Or am learning. Everything these days seems more process than revelation.


At first, it’s all about being independent.


You’re out! You finished. You did the thing! Now there’s a level of independence that didn’t fully exist at university. There you were at least looked over by the system. Now there’s a sense of self-reliance, using your own reason and resources. Sort of. Some of the time. Mostly anyway.


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It’s exciting! It’s novel! And still an itsy-bitsy-teeny-tiny bit terrifying in a big way.

YEYYYYY we’re freeeeeeeeeeee. Now we can have adventures! Or not. We have the choice to adventure or not! Also discovering the joys of living in a clean, tidy house with no risk of contracting a disease every time you make food is The Best. There are suddenly really big questions and uncertainties and you think you’re looking for something but most of the time you don’t really know what that something even is.


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Which is why it’s really great to be in touch with your family.


Sometimes you just want a hug, or a no-nonsense phone call, or someone to give you £10 for taking the train to visit them. Of course not every family is perfect, for some it’s the family you chose not the family you were born into that fits into this role, but having those reliable people who are always there when it matters – they mean the absolute world.

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Because finding your feet takes time.


It can feel like you’re youth in desult. Ok that was actually a silly reference to one of my favourite humans and his blog – which is literally about this EXACT feeling. Do you want to be in business? Do you want to be a tattoo artist? Are you even using anything you learnt in your degree? What on earth are we even doing with our lives? Does anything have any meaning? What's the point?! Was there ever a point?!


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And not having everything figured out is ok.


Really, it’s totally fine. There’s no magic shuttle to success and even the folk who look like they’re totally sorted, probably don’t feel that way all the time either.

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Even when it comes to finances…


Doing things like figuring out your tax code and translating your pay slip might take a moment or two – especially if you’re going from one tax bracket to another. On the other hand, if you’re like me and you’ve moved from the super-cheap and affordable North to London’s cocktail of failed dreams and extortionate prices, sometimes it’s as simple as realising your weekly shop is no longer £15 that makes your head pulse.


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And saving money? No one does that anyway (wait really, is anyone doing this?!)


There’s an option to start putting money into a pension at work. You probably have friends that have them. It sounds very sensible. Put £200/month away for the next few years and you’ll be able to go on at least one and a half cruises to the British Virgin Islands in your 60s. But right now, you’d probably rather use that couple hundred quid for a boozy weekend in Bruge or put it towards buying a new coat for winter.


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At least money isn’t as hard as dating.


I go on about it (sorry not sorry) but dating gets weird after university. And not only are there the six lads you’d totally find in a Taylor Swift song to consider, there’s also this whole dating like an adult shindig. It feels like part Darwinism, part job interview. Or if you're in a relationship: people start talking marriage and babies. Pressure much?!


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But at least it’s good to see the back of the hanging out vs. hooking up conundrum…


There are definitely days where the simplicity of meeting up with someone in the library or lounging around drinking tea whilst whining about your creepy professors, coursework and other students will be thought of with dreamy nostalgia.


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Part of that nostalgia will also be for your friends.


You’ll notice that your friendship group will shift. People you used to see everyday are now people you barely speak to. With others, your interests may change and take you down different paths. You might move to different countries and never see them again. Some people are in your life briefly and some people forever, so be prepared for those changes and don’t worry too much about it – it’s not just you.

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Moving city, whether it’s London or anywhere else, can be lonely.


You may be biggest city in the world or a leafy suburb, fact is sometimes being home alone on a Thursday night feels like the end of the world. That the bars are full and you are the only person left all alone, that no one loves you now and never will, that the diary will never have another plan put in it, that your heydays are over and the world will forever turn without you. The best thing to do in this situation is to call someone else. That way you can feel alone together. 

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It’s ok to grieve a little.


Things change. You’re turning over a chapter. You’re saying goodbye to parts of your life you never thought you’d lose or leave. So yes, of course it’s ok to go through the many stages of grief. But not too much.


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Especially since it’s not like you lose EVERYONE


You might fall out of touch with some people but the friends who go through all this with you, who go through the same or similar experiences, they’re so important. They’re part of the process, weird and wonderful as it may be.


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Better yet, not only is making new friends not impossible but you might find yourself reconnecting with old ones.


People will surprise you. Sometimes complete and total strangers will be the ones to stick their neck out for you, or at least be the ones who end up brightening your day. Similarly, you’ll be stunned just how many people you’ve lost touch with would secretly love it if your paths cross again. So if you know one of your old friends from prep school is in the same town or that someone from university is passing through – send them a message, see how they’re doing. You’re finally moving in the same direction again. Plus it’s really fun to play Sherlock with them to find out what happened to everyone else.
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Work is still work.


Unless you’re extremely lucky, you’re not in your dream job with the dream salary. You might be en route to that dream job, but you’re probably not famous or CEO of your own independent music label or running an antiquarian bookstore just yet. That’s ok. Work is called work for a reason and whilst there will be bad days where getting up at 6.30am seems too much and people grate on your nerves, there will also be amazing days. And then there’s always the weekends too.


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Living for the weekend kinda means you learn to use time wisely.


Buy a diary. Even better: a Filofax. Staying in touch with people means learning to schedule in days when you’re all free. Especially since it’s easier to go to Edinburgh than to figure out the right tubes to Zone 4 half the time.


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Although the hangovers genuinely are worse than when you were 20…


The recovery time from drinking, staying up late, or dancing the night away is so much longer. And apparently it only increases with age. Same kind of goes for the weird aches and pains you start experiencing when out running…


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Let’s not even discuss work hangovers.


Even though they’re kind of inevitable. Like on a Tuesday after spending a whole night singing Elbow in a pub with four people that used to be strangers.


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Which is why there will be days when you’ll not-so-secretly feel pretty smug, all cosied up at 10pm.


Sleep and ‘off time’ is so much more precious than it ever used to be. So whether it’s a good book and a glass of wine, Netflix and tea, or just an early bedtime, don’t worry about appreciating those evenings.


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There will be days you are totally unprepared for.


You will never be prepared for everything, especially not the big changes and decisions you have to make. You might become stuck for a while, then have an awesome opportunity drop in your lap. Don’t freak out and panic just because it’s sudden. You might have hell descend. Punch it right back, no one escaped by cowering in the corner.


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Days when the real world sucks a lot more than you expected


Once upon a time, you looked forward to being a real adult where you go to a fabulous job from 9-5 and attend events every week where you meet Interesting And Charismatic People who invite you back to their penthouse parties. NO. The real world is a cold, harsh place. And you are just thrown into it blind and completely unprepared.


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Days when you really don't like yourself that much.


These days are the worst. You might doubt yourself. Be angry at yourself. Be sad that you've gained a few pounds or upset that your new grown-up hair cut makes you look like the bad guy from that independent film set in Mexico. Fact is, bad days don't stop because you're not a teenager anymore. However, being in your twenties is amazing, so shake it off and remember the longest relationship you're ever going to have is with yourself. So make it a good one. 

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Just remember: you are not stuck.


Change is fine. Change is good. Change is what brought you to where you are in the first place. It’s also ok to change your mind. It might not seem possible at the time. It might be hard. But there will be situations that you really find yourself stuck in – so if you have the choice and you’re unhappy and you can change your stars… do it. Some of the best people I know have already done this (in one case repeatedly) and it’s only been for the better.


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You're just a twenty-something.


So you don’t have a jaw-dropping job, a wicked salary, your own flat, a relationship, and tons of cash saved. Your life is so far off track it’s basically the Starlight Express. But don’t stress. Just because you had this grand scheme and thought all the keys were ready to slot into place, it’s ok if they don’t all at once. Be patient and trust that things are going to work out as they should. Be weird. Be as far off track as you like. Be a twenty-something.


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Saturday, 8 October 2011

Living with People


Living with People
My apartment was robbed and everything was replaced with exact replicas...I told my roommate and he said 'Do I know you?' - Steven Wright



When I first started writing this entry I was sitting in the quad curled up under a tree in the shade, the flag pole behind me, the preparations for tomorrows game going up around me and the sound of ten people sitting outside the library playing ukuleles. You may think I'm making this up but I'm not - as I basked with my toes in the midday sun and my face in the shadows - nine boys and one token girl strummed through the chords, singing along together to disney songs, to that inglorious version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow etc. And what's more they were in harmony. This was no mediocre ukulele showdown, it must have been rehearsed.

It was rather wonderful - if I see them again then I'll take a photo. 

I was thinking though (whilst Madame Bovary lay listlessly by my bag, spine cracked on the same page I've been stuck on for the last few days, whilst the ukuleles thrummed in the back of my head and a territorial squirrel began hurling acorns at the girl under the next tree) that having a room mate is probably one of the hardest things that any of us Brits have had to go through since we arrived here. I know that it's certainly one of the hardest things that I've ever done. 

Where this idea came from I suppose is probably the fact that we've all been talking about breaking the contract and trying to find a house for five or something so that we can all live together - with our own rooms, own kitchen etc. It would be such a perfect situation because we'd be able to eat better food, sleep when we need to sleep, stay up when we want to stay up and everyone would have their own space to retreat to at the end of a day when all you really want is to be on your own and mope or something. Because, you all know (if you've read: Tar-Heel Born, Tar-Heel Bred.) that my room mate is Andrea - one of the most hilarious girls I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Yet even if you get along 90% of the time, there are always those moments when you can't help but scowl right?

I mean, mornings. OH those mornings. My family will be smirking to themselves as they remember trying to wake me up for school - it was rather a challenge - and that's not really changed too much with age. Mrs G (my old house mistress from school) definitely saw me at my worst. Andrea has to put up with me - the morning nightmare - everyday. And then she has to put up with me through out it too (at least everyone else was able to push me out the door and off to school). Not only that, I've managed to make it a really bad habit (one that Zoe knows all too well) of being at least 5-10minutes behind so that you have to SPEED walk to class. 

Perhaps I should take this moment to say: ANDREA , I am so so sorry about this terrible ritual I'm in and I promise to try and reduce it to 2-7 minutes from now on!!!

An extended example would probably be music. After  all, I love Andrea's music, I want to steal it (but I have no room on my iPod) because it's all the music that I don't have. But then in the same way that I'm sure mine does  for her, there are times when I'm like URGH TURN IT OFF. 

The good thing is with us, we pretty much can tell each other when that's how we're feeling. If we want quiet, quiet it shall be. But for those brief moments the frustration bubbles and it's because you have a room mate and you just can't help it. Especially for us poor girls. 

So if that's what you're like with your friends then what happens when you're not? I suppose you can just fold into passive roles where it's like a meet-and-greet and you just barely acknowledge each others presence. But that seems so sad. I love coming home and seeing Andrea's face peer up from beneath her lofted bed and to hear her music splash out across the too-quiet-too-white-corridor and then swapping stories about our days. I love our stupidly deep conversations in the middle of the night when we both have 10ams the next day but we feel like arguing about God. I love the fact that we can talk about boys (Guinness eeeehhh) and home and dairy milk and parents and so on. I love that we can be silent and it doesn't feel awkward and that she'll just laugh at my inability to dress myself without procrastinating. I love that I can laugh at her when she wriggles up onto her bed. I love that when we go to boxing we laugh at each other and how incompetent we are (and hopefully later about how incompetent we were). I love our Diet of Love and our Mirror of Happiness. 

How sad would it be not to have any of that? And yet, so many people are sharing with people that drive them more insane than the Crazy Frog song. Alex's room mate couldn't be more of an antithesis for him - where our Limey Abroad  is the guy that'll one day be driving tanks (because that's actually what he wants to do) Keown (aka Gun) is the guy that doesn't leave his chair - in favour of playing the role of a tank in Age of Empires or... Star Quest or whatever it is that he plays 24/7. Poor Fiona, stuck with the 18 year old, binge-drinking tween, has over heard certain gossiping Suite-mates. At least they could have the courtesy of saying things to her face. And John. Well. That's a whole other drama (apparently I should insert a winkie face here). 

So I guess that's all I really have to say - I feel incredibly lucky that I have Andy - even though I know I must drive her insane sometimes. Living in a shared space with someone is HARD, people should bear that in mind when they travel abroad. 

For now though... I suggest we all start looking for a flat though for next semester. Could be massively worth it. 

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