Friday, 16 November 2012

30 before 30...why bother?

Edinburgh, Scotland. So in less than two weeks I will wave farewell to my 20s. It's been an above-average decade and I am hoping the best is yet to come. Else the rest of my life will pretty much suck ;) Unlike the rest of the inter-web approaching this milestone, I haven't had a '30 before 30' list that I am furiously checking off in the run-up to this milestone. Probably because right now my To Do list (in my head, on my phone and on various bits of paper lying about the flat and in my handbag) is pretty full. Relocating to yet another foreign country, finishing up work, organising visas, organising my party (naturally, taking preference over ALL other more pressing priorities), family visiting, graduation...

Here are things I will achieve / have achieved before 30, through sheer luck rather than intention / design:

  1. Get my 3rd degree. Done. Well almost. I graduate the day before I turn 30. Cutting it fine. And yes, I am a big, fat nerd. 8) So... Do you get to put MBA letters after your name? Like PhD graduates get to put PhD after their names? And they get Dr before their names, uber-cool. I dunno, I am going with it. (have actually just made a note-to-self on a scrap of paper next to the couch "MBA letters - investigate. Get business cards made up accordingly" Really Precious, priorities woman?!)
  2. Live and work in a foreign country. Done. Twice. Travelled lots. Soon to be three times. Win. 
  3. Become an aunt. ... well are you already an aunt if it is still cooking in your sister's tummy? I dunno, am claiming it. It's (almost) my birthday, I can do what I want when I want. 
  4. Get a tattoo. This was a fun and eventful last Saturday "date day". I told the boy to "get me something to keep forever" for my 30th birthday present. I was expecting jewellery. I got a tattoo. I also made him get one, first, to see how much it hurt. He's a real champ. 
  5. Drink 1.5 litres of wine. Go out. Drink vodka. Have shots. Didn't die. 1000 life points to me. 
  6. As you can gather, I am stretching with the last one so will move on. Geez, how do people come up with 30 things to achieve..."I'm too old for this sh*t" (said at least 100 times in the last week, by me)
Things I will definitely not achieve by 30 that most grown-up women should know, and I perhaps will never achieve them:
  1. Change a tyre. I instead tend to call Roadside Assist and / or roll up to a garage (gas station), wave some bank notes around, and get my tyres changed for me by petrol service attendants (this is Africa, yo) - Formula 1 pit crew style. It's how I roll!
  2. Rewire a plug. If this is a necessary girl / life skill, I fail. Have been shown many times, never felt the need to practise solo. I mostly just buy new appliances, or appliances with the right plugs, or I take it to a boy. 
  3. Learn how to iron, properly. I can iron, but never with great success. As such, don't own an iron. Problem.solved.
  4. Use a sewing machine. I believe I did have this skill, circa 1995. I mean, I must've. I have a book that says I got the needlework prize in Primary School. My little mum also assisted with needlework classes for a term. These two things may or may not be related. I only bring this up because Jemily is a crafty little thing, making neckerchiefs and kids clothes and such. Me, not so much. 
  5. I need to stop now. Else this list will be longer than what I have "achieved". And that'll just be embarrassing. 
What do you feel you won't achieve by your next birthday, or (if you are like me) perhaps ever? 
Yours in being nearly 30 and still awesome (and not very grown up), x P

Monday, 12 November 2012

delicious ambiguity

Edinburgh, Scotland. So I turn 30 in 16 days. SIXTEEN days people ("eeeeeeek" is the sound this prospect invokes from me). To wave in this new decade in style, Jemily and her beau will be visiting for the festivities as will some of our friends from Aberdeen. It's all very exciting and very VERY scary. It also, may or may not be one of the main reasons I have not been writing much of late.

Oh, that and the fact that my ex, the one I thought I could've married, the one who sometimes when I'm feeling particularly blue I still dream of meeting up at some point in the future and us getting back together (girls, you know what I'm talking about), got engaged. Awesome. The wonderful gem that he is personally emailed me to let me know before the news got out on all the various social media forums. Big HUGE man points. For reals. We dated for 2.5 years and were best friends for a year before that, and a year after. There was no cheating, no anger. I We couldn't do long distance. He We never fought hard enough for our relationship. We broke up 6.5 years ago. I haven't seen him in 5 years. Last time I saw him I was a pathetic sobbing mess that he dropped off at the airport after a weekend where I had gone to get "closure". We talk twice a year on each of our birthdays. He has been in love with his now fiancé (fiancée? I don't actually care...) for about 5 / 6 years.

I have dreamed of this day fairly often over the course of the last 6 years. More often than I would probably care to admit. And I guess I was a bit silly in my belief that I would be the first. The first to move on. To marry. To get my happy ever after. I surprised myself with how well I took it (considering it was at about 5:45am this morning, so I may just have been lacking coffee). I genuinely felt feel happy for the guy. For them. Yes, I thought it would be me. No, I am not mature enough to say I am glad it's not. Not yet anyway.

I am also currently happy and in love, with a great guy. But I guess a part of me really wanted that perfect ending. He will always be my first great love. Now please excuse me while I open a bottle of wine, and put this on. On repeat. Hello Adele, step in to my living room. Please stay a while.

yours in having a moment, x P

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

four things

Edinburgh, Scotland. 
1. It is not even the end of September (a month back home that signals the start of Spring, but really just a milder summer because we don't really have distinctive seasons at the bottom of the dark continent. Sun, sun, one month less sun, more sun. Edinburgh's summer is our winter. It is glorious. I miss vitamin D. Remind me why I left? *chants* first world, first world, first world...) and yet my adopted city has decided it is winter already. It's dark, wet, cold and windy. All my worst weathers in one.

2. Anyone else feel like Christmas is coming early this year? Or just Sainsburys in Edinburgh who already have an entire aisle dedicated to Christmas goodies. WTF. It's not even Halloween people. I feel like this may or may not be related to point number 1. Stop confusing the weather gods big Retail giants! Unless I get presents early, in which case, do continue.

3. I will see Jemily this weekend. YES. Despite getting the months mixed up (ugh, see 1. and 2.) as to when I was meant to be visiting, I managed to organise my life, get very last-minute leave approved, bought presents, restrained myself from playing with said presents (have had to box them up, because I am 5 years old with zero self-control), bought vodka (because, obviously) in no time at all. Jemily and I are mostly excited for the bouncy castle that will be at a kid's party we are attending, and the fact that we are going to introduce beer pong to Liverpool (with proper red cups specially sourced from America!). Outfits planned, bags (almost) packed, fun ahead.

4. And as it is Wednesday that means *drum roll* MENSDAY. Couldn't go buy another week without a yummy pic. You're welcome.
oh jake. you are so pretty.

x Precious


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