The reality isn't quite how I imagined. I didn't meet the man I would end up marrying until I was 23, and I was 26 when we got engaged and then we married a year later. We still hoped to be parents before we were 30 as we had a couple of years to achieve that - but that was when we had the naive notion that reproducing is as simple as they tell you it is in high school.
We did buy our own house just over 5 years ago, but it's far from idyllic! We do love it in some ways, because it is our home and it is where we hope to raise our family, but in other ways we absolutely hate it. There are so many things that are broken, don't work as they should, and there have been many times we've been convinced that the house is cursed.
I haven't travelled anywhere near as much as I would have liked to, but I have visited the places that were at the absolute top of my list. Those being New York, Cairo, and Mexico.
I also remember as a kid that I thought adulthood would be great because I would be able to watch anything I wanted on TV, stay up as late as I wanted, eat whatever I wanted, buy anything I wanted... The sad reality is that having a mortgage and bills zaps all the money away and doesn't leave a lot for frivolous spending. Working at a job that pays a decent salary and is located almost 2 hours from home makes me a very tired girl, so staying up late is rare because I have to be up early to go to work. My metabolism stopped being quite so efficient a couple of years ago - so although I do kind of eat whatever I want, it shows. I do get to watch whatever I want on TV though, and I can come home from work and put my pyjamas straight on because I'm an adult and I'm in charge and I want to so I will. It's one of the best moments of my day.
**This post originally appeared on my old blog and has been imported to Living for the Victories**