So I am going to dive straight into it. For those of you who don’t know, I am an adult. Yes, shocking! I know.
But growing up I had no idea about what actually went into being an adult. I never gave much thought into what was involved in maintaining a household, or a full-time job, or a relationship. I just assumed once I got to a certain age, I would just know what I was doing, that the habits I needed would come naturally, and that life would work itself out.
And that is partly true. But – and this will seem as a no brainer to most – the journey from young adult to adult has not been as organic as one might have first assumed. In reality there is a monstrously steep learning curve involved. Some grasp it easier than others. And then you have people like me where lessons are learnt the hard way and only a handful of habits picked up with little to no chaffing.
Fast-forward ten years and I sit here with an enlightened understanding of what goes into being an adult. So I thought I would share some of my revelations over the years with you guys!
(1) Maintaining a House is a Pain in the Ass:
Now I can only speak for the majority of Australian home owners out there. But for us Aussies, maintaining a house is like pushing sh*t uphill with a pointed stick. It is tedious, tiresome and relentless.
Let’s start with what’s involved with maintaining the outer perimeter of our house. We have lawn mowing, shrub maintenance, weed control, and leaf blowing. But let’s not forget our above ground pool. Holy bajeebus is that pond a pain in the ass to maintain! And expensive AF. Add chlorine and flocculants to your weekly budget, pump clearing and floor vacuuming to your weekend agenda and I bet your pool is looking just as good as mine – brown and murky.
But more importantly, we cannot forget just how dangerous maintaining a house in Australia can be. Let me explain…
On any given weekend, I can walk out of my house and be rudely greeted by six large spiders sun baking in our trees/shrub/fence. My partner once intruded on a snake drinking water out of our hot water unit …in our garage! And our back deck has been known to hold the most outrageous cane toad parties the amphibian community has ever seen.
And you’re telling me that despite all of these perils, I should be out there – in the wilderness – maintaining my gardens/trimming my shrubs/mowing my lawns? Hahah, no.
(2) Start Collecting Tradesmen Friends Now:
Again, can only speak on behalf of the Aussies. But trades are so, so expensive. They typically charge a fee for the initial call-out and then on an hourly basis after that. A plumber can range anywhere between $80.00 to $150.00 per hour. Yeah, not cheap.
Add a blocked sewerage pipe with pre-historic underground plumbing and an unidentifiable root cause, and you – my friend – are up for an extremely expensive, enlightening, and uncomfortable couple of days.
Twice this year – the above happened to us. Anybody here know that henna can: (a) be used as hair dye, and; (b) block drains like no other? Well, now you know. You are welcome.
It was only from a few phone calls to our strategically friended (jokes) plumber contacts that we were able to save many hundreds by cutting the sewer pipe, flooding our system with baking soda, vinegar and washing detergent and ultimately un-lodging the blockage ourselves. But it came at a heavy, heavy price.
Seven plus hours spent mopping diluted sewerage water off my garage floor is not my idea of an okay time.
(3) Electricity, Water and Utilities Don’t Come Free:
Every quarter or so, my partner and I find ourselves up to our eyebrows in bills. Electricity, water, utilities, rates, phone, internet, car services, insurance. You name it. We pay it.
It shames me to admit but growing up, I took these amenities for granted. Like it was my given right to have the appropriate facilities to exist and smell semi-decent with little to no costs. And to an extent, I do still believe that is somewhat true. But now I am just forced to pay for it. And let me tell you, sustaining any type of civility does not come cheap.
(4) The Importance of Acting Your Age:
If you’re twenty-seven. Do yourself a favor and stop trying to convince yourself and your body otherwise. Just admit it. Your twenty-seven and chances are your body ain’t feeling twenty-two. So maybe put down that third caramel fudge cornetto.. LOL.
After reaching my mid-twenties, things – everything from my limbs, to my joints, to my muscles – stopped functioning quite like they used to. But not in an obvious – wheel me to the ICU – kind of way. I simply started developing niggles, slight kinks and started to cramp in places that I never knew could cramp.
These days I make sure to: get my full 8 hours of sleep, drink plenty of water (… sort-of), and stay clear of all processed foods. I am a firm believer that I am what I put in. On the nights that I let myself slip and eat chocolate pudding (with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream and custard), by the next morning my face will look like same pudding. You know how people typically bloat in their gut? Well friends, I bloat on my face.
(5) Food is Expensive AF:
There is no good way to say this. So I’m just going to come out with it. Up until the age of 23, I lived under the roof and comforts of my parent’s house. And truth be told, I don’t think I ever properly paid for food. Of course I paid for my meals out, but never did I pay for grocery-esk food. And it wasn’t until I moved out that I realized just how f*cking expensive the whole ‘keeping yourself alive’ business actually is.
I mean, as of the week ending 09/04/2017, my partner and I totalled $350 in food expenditure alone. Mind you, on Friday night we did see Beauty and the Beast (incredible – highly, highly recommend!) with popcorn and M&Ms after a 2 course meal at our favorite Italian restaurant.
..and then we had Mexican for lunch on Sunday.
..and 2 lots of grass-fed steak on the Sunday night.
That just about sums me up folks. Truth be told, my ‘adulting’ career has really only just started. And let’s face it, I am one of the lucky ones. I don’t possess any ailments, I am healthy, I am happy, my partner is supportive and adds to my life considerably, the only dependents I have are my two cats and my biggest accountability is my mortgage. I, myself, feel pretty blessed.
So let’s take a moment to appreciate and send out positive vibes to all the adults out there that, despite everything they have been dealt, are getting up, getting dressed and getting on with life. Because once you add or subtract: two to five kids, sick grandparents, an unexpected illness and/or uncertain job prospects and you have yourself a more accurate depiction of what most adults may be seen juggling at any one time. And I can only imagine that at any given point, keeping ones sh*t together can start getting really, really, bloody difficult.
As always, I hope you guys enjoyed this post.
It was a little bit of a brain fart. But you know – better out than in! Ahehe.
Until next time.
Love Linda, xo