Year

This is my first post on my new blog and as I have no theme and nothing to write about, I have decided to try writing posts using daily prompts from the Daily Post. The prompt on January 1 was the delightfully appropriate ‘Year’. While it may not be January 1st anymore, that particular prompt did seem a perfect way to begin my blog.

It is now 2017, it is my 31st year on this planet and I have accomplished absolutely nothing. I do not have a family, I do not have a career, I do not own a house or any viable assets, I have very little savings. Right up to my 28th year, I just lived in Melbourne and worked in a fairly crappy job saving up money to travel when I could get time off work. In 2014 though, I decided to up and move to London, and so that is where I have been for the last 2 years. Living in London doing whatever I wanted, spending my money however I wanted, with no responsibilities tying me down. I flew to Milan for a weekend to see a Chinese actor, I flew to New York to watch my favourite k-pop group, I flew to Helsinki, to Madrid, to Paris, to Egypt, to Copenhagen, to Vienna and Stockholm for Eurovision, to Russia, to Iceland. I drove through Northern Ireland, Ireland and Wales when my Mum visited; after quitting my job in London I spent three months travelling around Korea and Japan. I lived for myself and myself only. I will continue in that fashion for at least the next two years, as I move to Canada on a working holiday visa.

I do sometimes wonder if enjoying my life now means I will regret it later though. I don’t want children or a long term partner and never have but occasionally I do think about my future. When I’m the crazy old cat lady living in her cheap 1 bedroom apartment who spends her nights watching TV and spying on the neighbours, will I think to myself “It would be nice to have someone to cuddle right now”? At the moment, I don’t like people in my space; I’m not very good at compromising, and I’m very selfish. I like what I like and I don’t want to change so that someone else can fit into my life. The minute I bring someone into my life, I lose the freedom I currently have to just run away for a weekend. But if the day ever comes when I stop travelling and decide it’s time to put down some roots, will it then be too late?

I don’t know. I’m just going to continue living my life and leave the future in the future. If i regret it, I regret it. But while I’m living these years, I’m going to live them and enjoy them to the fullest while I can.

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3 thoughts on “Year

  1. I didn’t even realize you have a new blog up-I obviously was not paying attention. You know, you should do whatever works for you. Don’t subscribe to culturally defined gender roles or let anything else hinder you. I did the traditional route, and I still ended up alone, not voluntary at first, but I guess it changed to solitary, and I’ve selected to stay that way. I haven’t had much luck with friends or sig others; I made choices to make myself a priority and not an option when I realized that I was always the one initiating social interaction with my “peeps.” My son moving in with me briefly just confirmed I am totally an introvert, and being around people all of the time is not for me. I don’t generally feel “alone.” I like the F2 better than most people, ha, and I am happier being the cat person and doing my own thing, even if I live a very small life, it’s on my own terms as much as possible.

    In other words, do whatever you fucking want to do. And if you DO meet someone, whether it is a lover, or a friend that is a soulmate, that you decide to make a part of your life, you know what, you don’t have to live with them (gasp I know, what?), and if you want to be with them you’ll find a compromise. And if you don’t there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a free spirit and doing what you want. I admire that about you, and I know other people do too.

    • Yeah, this blog isn’t linked to any of my other social media accounts and I don’t promote it, it’s just for me if I have an urge to write. Which clearly I haven’t in months, ha ha.

      I wrote this post during a third-life crisis (and we chatted about it on Twitter, which was nice), and I just need to stop thinking about the future. Thinking about the future gets you nowhere. And I love what you said about living a small life on your own terms. I don’t know what a big life would be but a small life sounds perfect to me.

      Did you know your email address and IP address show up on my screen when you comment? I didn’t know that! It didn’t do that on Blogger.

      • Yeah I remember talking about it a bit. And just probably how I have my account set up-or the way yours is. Your comment form requires email. Some of my commenters I get their IP address and their email addresses so guess I’m used to it haha

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