“Oh grow up”

Now I know most of my articles seem to circle back to age. Maybe I’m wildly conscious of the fact I’m growing older and haven’t done all the things I wanted to do when I was younger. Although, I’m not too sure I remember what they were. That’s what age does to you.

I was watching that Louis Tomlinson bucket list video with the old boy from Leeds and thought as lovely as it is that he’s now getting to do all these fun things, I want to do them throughout my entire life. I don’t want to sit on them until I’m 70 odd then jump out a plane. I wanna jump out a plane now. Well, maybe at the weekend. I live on an RAF camp and seeing the Falcons gallivanting around Morrisons in their jumpsuits really makes me jealous.

I’m going to have to come up with some kind of mini bucket list for now, just a couple of things I’d like to do by the time I’m… 35. Lets go with 35. There’s an infinite number of things I could list to do but I’ll stick with three for now.

Go to Vegas and wear a dress that is sequins from top to bottom

North American road trip (I can probably get those two in together, although I think I’d rather not cos hangover plus cheap Vegas flights with the RAF)

See the Northern lights and wear a coat with a proper fluffy hood (probs have to wait a few years for them to get better again)

I’ve actually done a fair few of the things 17-year-old me would have hoped to do. Most of them were visiting certain places and doing cliché shit when I was there…

Lived in Aus a while and made some incredible friends, visited Hawaii – ticked off a heap there too; did the drive to Hana (Waianapanapa black beach is mental and make sure you find the hidden cave to swim in, too), swam with turtles in a random cove the locals directed us to and drove up a 10,000ft volcano to watch the sun set.

The last thing I want to do is get caught up with working so much and focusing on building my home life that I don’t do all the things I wanted to do when I was little.

Alright, some are a bit ridiculous and I won’t ever be an astronaut and to be honest, I don’t care about going to space. Especially if it means sitting next to Elon Musk for hours. No thanks.

I find myself spending more time thinking about saving for trivial things than booking trips and enjoying myself whilst I can.

There are so many more important things than taking the same trip to Malaga every year to save for a house deposit or your ridiculous car payments because you wanted a 19 plate beamer the second you got that payrise.

As a wise woman once said…

“I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies” Nicole Shirtswinger zingertowerburger Scherzinger.

Not too fussed on the groupie thing. Also contradicts the car payment issue, but maybe just rent a convertible when you’re on your American road trip.

M x

But also if you’re happy going to the same place every year, saving for a house to sit in, grow old and boring then that’s fine too.