I’m in my final full month of life as a 21 year old, and I don’t know how I feel about it. 16 year old Jarrad would’ve thought I’d be a fully fledged adult at this age, but I’m anything from it! I’m in this weird place where I’m torn between shedding my teenage self and emerging into adulthood.
Part of me wants to grow up with a girlfriend, go through my early adulthood with them and effectively settle down. But part of me couldn’t care less about that and I know I don’t need another person to warrant my status as an adult or to verify any idea that a relationship equals success. I’m certainly not desperate for one anyway.
Part of me can’t wait to get stuck into full time employment, save money and get a mortgage. But part of me wants to sack all that off, save a bit of cash and then travel. I’ve got all my life for work, but at the same time others my age are already home owners whilst I’m paying endless dead money in rent.
It’s a weird place to be, approaching 22! I’m going to live by the mantra that adulthood starts at 30, and any decisions and fuck ups I make before then I’ll just not worry about!