Take me back

Everyone told me that 18 is the best age- legal and able to do anything I want but still young enough for it to be okay to mess up. I’m not so sure. See, being 18 has had it’s perks, I can drink legally, live by myself and go clubbing- all the things I’d dreamed of since I was a little girl.

But thinking of all these perks, well, It’s made me very aware of how quickly I’m ‘growing up’. I mean I’m 18. I don’t live with my parents any more, I’ve taken out loans and am in control of my own finances, I buy my own groceries and cleaning products. In short, I look after myself now and It’s bloody terrifying.

It almost feels as though as we get older and our lives become more serious and hectic, we simultaneously decide that we have to be less reliant on others. Call me naive but isn’t this when we most need the support of others?

I was in such a rush to get here. To finally have complete control of my whole life and now I understand why people told me to be a kid, I’d give anything to relive my childhood, where my mum could fix all my problems and when I thought independence was choosing my own outfit.

Life isn’t simple any more and whilst it is more real now and more exciting… I cant help feeling a little nostalgic at times and wishing that someone would take me back to when every day was an adventure, when life still seemed so beautiful and I didn’t have to worry about a damn thing.

Tes.

My “Bucket List”

When I was eight I was given a book called “101 things to do before you die” for Christmas. Whilst tidying up my room earlier this week I found this book among many of other exciting and embarrassing trinkets. What excited me the most about finding this book is my younger self’s sheer dedication to completing the “101 things” that I had accepted should be done before my death. At the end of the book there is a checklist where you can track how many ‘things’ you have completed and I had completed about 40 of these. Honestly most of the things on the checklist where trivial and suited to a younger audience but it’s hard to forget that I had this book on my bedside table for about a year and was ecstatic whenever I could tick another activity off. And so, with some nostalgia I decided to create my own bucket list.

So this is what I’ve come up with so far:

  1. Run some kind of marathon
  2. Go horseback riding along the beach
  3. Learn how to use a gun
  4. Learn sign language
  5. Teach abroad
  6. Sing on a Broadway stage
  7. Slow dance with someone
  8. Ride in a helicopter
  9. Swim with dolphins
  10. Adopt a dog from a shelter
  11. Ride a camel
  12. Ride an elephant
  13. See the Amazon rainforest
  14. See the Taj-Mahal
  15. Build a doll house
  16. Take up calligraphy
  17. Walk on the red carpet
  18. Have a spa weekend
  19. Fall in love
  20. Paint a mural
  21. Write a book
  22. Learn to make cocktails
  23. See a psychic
  24. Get a tattoo
  25. Throw someone a surprise party
  26. Ride in a hot air balloon
  27. See the northern lights
  28. Go to a wine tasting
  29. Sing a duet with a famous singer
  30. Ride in a police car
  31. Spend a night in the Ice hotel
  32. Gamble in Vegas
  33. Ride a banana boat
  34. Be kissed in the pouring rain
  35. Star in a movie
  36. Wear a wedding dress I designed to my wedding
  37. Climb Everest
  38. Illustrate a children’s book
  39. Host a dinner party
  40. Be fluent in another language

I know a lot of the list seems unadventurous and boring but I guess these things are personal, any suggestions for me? what would be top of your list? I’m hoping I still have a while left to complete my list and anything else I add to it!

Tes.