I’m 21, so I’m an adult, but a young
adult. I’m not one of those youngsters who think they know everything. I am
aware I have a lot to learn! Adulting is hard. Terrifying even, But I’m so
excited to move out within the next year or so... I do not want to be a 30 year
old still living at home (sorry to all those 30 year olds still living at
home!). I love my parents I really do but I think when you get to my age you
yearn for freedom.
To be eating what you want when you want. God help me because I cannot cook! My dad actually has a section of his Facebook account dedicated to my food disasters. To late nights and being able to drink a glass of Bailey’s without your mum asking why are you drinking that? Or to go out the door without your mum questioning your outfit choices ‘Hellie I really don’t think that zebra print and cowboy boots go together’.
The last few months I have been spent A LOT of time with my parents. But we made it through, it was a pain at time family will always be there. Family loves you even when you are a pain (which I am)! So here’s to growing pains! May I grow old disgracefully and wear zebra print to my heart's content.
Now here’s a poem by me! Go hug someone you love... yes your cat counts!
To be eating what you want when you want. God help me because I cannot cook! My dad actually has a section of his Facebook account dedicated to my food disasters. To late nights and being able to drink a glass of Bailey’s without your mum asking why are you drinking that? Or to go out the door without your mum questioning your outfit choices ‘Hellie I really don’t think that zebra print and cowboy boots go together’.
The last few months I have been spent A LOT of time with my parents. But we made it through, it was a pain at time family will always be there. Family loves you even when you are a pain (which I am)! So here’s to growing pains! May I grow old disgracefully and wear zebra print to my heart's content.
Now here’s a poem by me! Go hug someone you love... yes your cat counts!
Forgotten
I watched the blossoms float on the tree
outside my front door.
Like gorgeous space ships.
This is where I live.
In the present.
I had forgotten how beautiful it was.
The mystery,
The drama,
How basic our needs are when we look
past the superficial.
I had forgotten how strong I am.
I watch the wind rustle the long grass
that sits by the sea.
I had forgotten that we don’t need to be seen to be free.
Forget-me-nots are brave are they not?
For they grow every year
in to the unknown
And now it is your turn.
To remember what you had forgotten.
And grow.
Helena x