The almost end of my roaring twenties
As I sit here approaching my 29th year on this Earth I can't help but reflect on the time that has passed. Someone once told me your twenties are the years for making mistakes. I definitely took that on board, I made some really fun mistakes and learned from every single one. It's mad how much your twenties shape you and change your life. When I first turned 20 I got a real job working in childcare. I was a young 20, lived at home still and knew nothing about the real world. I hated my job, I left after six months and applied to university. When I turned 21 I moved up North to study Early Years, it was my first time living away from home. I learned so much about myself and grew as a person. I thought I'd take some time to reflect on my twenties and my own personal journey through what have been the most incredible years of my life thus far.
Over the years I have had many dates, had a few serious boyfriends and gotten engaged and married. Friends have come, gone out with a bang or we've just generally grown apart. I've had people come into my life through marriage or simply been born into my life. It's amazing to see how relationships can grow and change over time. I have learned that it's not about who you've known the longest, it truly is about who has been there when you needed them the most.
I don't know why, but I can vividly remember parts of my early to mid twenties when I was at university. My tiny little flat which I decorated with friends was my first real proper time alone in a place that was truly just mine. I remember it had an electricity meter from the eighties which you needed to top up with one pound coins. I painted the kitchen a lemon pastel yellow. The bedroom was a French cream with rose fairy lights strung above the bed. I had French inspired furniture a kind friend had given me for free. I spent my evenings listening to Lana Del Rey by candle light drinking vodka and mango juice while writing essays. On a rainy evening I'd look across the street out the window at the glow of the pub, people dancing to bands and drinking. I had access to a small garden with a back gate, I'd wait for my friends or my date to knock on. I'd take myself to Starbucks most mornings for coffee and a cake. It was such a simple time, and one of the happiest care free times of my life.
My mid twenties were a blur of cocktails, jazz bars, coffee houses, art house cinemas and my impending end to my degree. It was such a time of uncertainty. Leaving my new home and relationship to move back to my small home town. The buzz and sense of being incognito in the city was traded for dreary mornings and bumping into everyone I use to go to school with. I was single, living in the house next to my parents. I was defining myself, and I'd be lying if I said it came easy, but I have the best stories from it. These were the years of hysterical dates and evenings re telling them to my girlfriends over wine, vogue slims and pizza. I went through four different jobs. My retail job was by far the easiest and most fun, but I hated shift work. Finally, I met my now husband and settled into a job which I love. I still remember the phone calls from him calling me to go out on the town, and I went every time. Downing a few glasses to give myself the courage.
One memory of the start of our relationship was the evening after we went to the Christmas market. We drank mulled wine back at mine, eating a takeaway. We watched breakfast at tiffany's, one of my favourite films. We stayed up laughing and chatting until 4am, and he turned to me and said "I need to sleep now, I've got to be up at 6 for work." He slept over, but we still stayed up for another half an hour talking. I knew then that this would be something that would stand the test of time. After that evening, he stayed at mine most nights. It's that wonderful time when you're finally at ease and you know that you both feel the same way.
I remember being 24 and telling him I loved him for the first time. I said "I've got a secret." He prodded me asking me what my secret was. I was so shy to tell him, we hadn't been together that long. Finally he said, "is it that you love me?" and I said "Yes, but don't feel like you have to say it back." But he did and confided he had felt that way for a very long time. Shortly after we were engaged on Christmas day.
My late twenties were full of growing pains. It was the time I became a wife, a dog Mum of two, and a home owner. Jazz bars were well out of sight and life was throwing some serious challenges my way. My life changed, and as challenges kept throwing themselves at me I stayed resilient. Even when I was broken, I knew I could fix me. I can always count on me. That's when I found spirituality and meditation. I can't say enough how much this changed my life for the better. I wasn't care free anymore. I wasn't at university where my biggest worry was my dissertation. There was serious stuff to work through and think about.
My favourite memory from my late twenties has to be the night of our wedding. We couldn't stop smiling, I had a bath and we climbed into bed. We just chatted all night with a cup of tea about the day. We were on such a big high, it was an amazing feeling. We were so exhausted, but so happy. I couldn't believe I was lay next to the man I was spending the rest of my life with. The next morning we snuck off to the secret garden for tea and a bit of our wedding cake before seeing our families for breakfast.
My twenties have truly served me well, I can't wait to see what the final year of my roaring twenties will give to me.
Love,
Blue moon girl x
Over the years I have had many dates, had a few serious boyfriends and gotten engaged and married. Friends have come, gone out with a bang or we've just generally grown apart. I've had people come into my life through marriage or simply been born into my life. It's amazing to see how relationships can grow and change over time. I have learned that it's not about who you've known the longest, it truly is about who has been there when you needed them the most.
I don't know why, but I can vividly remember parts of my early to mid twenties when I was at university. My tiny little flat which I decorated with friends was my first real proper time alone in a place that was truly just mine. I remember it had an electricity meter from the eighties which you needed to top up with one pound coins. I painted the kitchen a lemon pastel yellow. The bedroom was a French cream with rose fairy lights strung above the bed. I had French inspired furniture a kind friend had given me for free. I spent my evenings listening to Lana Del Rey by candle light drinking vodka and mango juice while writing essays. On a rainy evening I'd look across the street out the window at the glow of the pub, people dancing to bands and drinking. I had access to a small garden with a back gate, I'd wait for my friends or my date to knock on. I'd take myself to Starbucks most mornings for coffee and a cake. It was such a simple time, and one of the happiest care free times of my life.
My mid twenties were a blur of cocktails, jazz bars, coffee houses, art house cinemas and my impending end to my degree. It was such a time of uncertainty. Leaving my new home and relationship to move back to my small home town. The buzz and sense of being incognito in the city was traded for dreary mornings and bumping into everyone I use to go to school with. I was single, living in the house next to my parents. I was defining myself, and I'd be lying if I said it came easy, but I have the best stories from it. These were the years of hysterical dates and evenings re telling them to my girlfriends over wine, vogue slims and pizza. I went through four different jobs. My retail job was by far the easiest and most fun, but I hated shift work. Finally, I met my now husband and settled into a job which I love. I still remember the phone calls from him calling me to go out on the town, and I went every time. Downing a few glasses to give myself the courage.
One memory of the start of our relationship was the evening after we went to the Christmas market. We drank mulled wine back at mine, eating a takeaway. We watched breakfast at tiffany's, one of my favourite films. We stayed up laughing and chatting until 4am, and he turned to me and said "I need to sleep now, I've got to be up at 6 for work." He slept over, but we still stayed up for another half an hour talking. I knew then that this would be something that would stand the test of time. After that evening, he stayed at mine most nights. It's that wonderful time when you're finally at ease and you know that you both feel the same way.
I remember being 24 and telling him I loved him for the first time. I said "I've got a secret." He prodded me asking me what my secret was. I was so shy to tell him, we hadn't been together that long. Finally he said, "is it that you love me?" and I said "Yes, but don't feel like you have to say it back." But he did and confided he had felt that way for a very long time. Shortly after we were engaged on Christmas day.
My late twenties were full of growing pains. It was the time I became a wife, a dog Mum of two, and a home owner. Jazz bars were well out of sight and life was throwing some serious challenges my way. My life changed, and as challenges kept throwing themselves at me I stayed resilient. Even when I was broken, I knew I could fix me. I can always count on me. That's when I found spirituality and meditation. I can't say enough how much this changed my life for the better. I wasn't care free anymore. I wasn't at university where my biggest worry was my dissertation. There was serious stuff to work through and think about.
My favourite memory from my late twenties has to be the night of our wedding. We couldn't stop smiling, I had a bath and we climbed into bed. We just chatted all night with a cup of tea about the day. We were on such a big high, it was an amazing feeling. We were so exhausted, but so happy. I couldn't believe I was lay next to the man I was spending the rest of my life with. The next morning we snuck off to the secret garden for tea and a bit of our wedding cake before seeing our families for breakfast.
My twenties have truly served me well, I can't wait to see what the final year of my roaring twenties will give to me.
Love,
Blue moon girl x
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