So, today I hit the grand old age of 32. I know it's not that old but it's another year down the track of life.
While I was driving back from work today (yes, I was working today. HIGHLY unimpressed at this) I was thinking about this birthday compared to my 30th. When I turned 30 I was living in my own flat (albeit rented, not bought), it was nicely furnished, I had a boyfriend, a decent job that paid well, I had almost no debt and drove a car I loved. Two years later I'm living in a shared house, single, driving a car I'm not overly-excited about to a job I hate and get paid half of what I used to.
As you can imagine, this started to depress me. Okay, I know I've had lots of lovely experiences in the last couple of years, but honestly I never thought I'd be here, in this situation, right now. To be honest I had planned to be in the Cook Islands for this birthday, but oh well, that didn't happen.
Anyway, it's not all bad. At least I have a job and some income coming in that affords me a reasonable lifestyle. I'm also a lot fitter and healthier than I was a couple of years ago.
All I need now is the boyfriend, my own place and a dog and I'll be set ;)
