When I was a child, 25 was the epitome of grown-up. Now it’s like a millon light years away and I can barely remember who I was and what I did. However, Elizabeth and Jade‘s lovely posts have both inspired me to try to remember.
When I was 25, I decided to get married. My now husband had been proposing for two years and I had been prevaricating (“First I want to write a novel/go to China/buy these shoes”), but one day in the supermarket, somewhere near the loo rolls, I said yes instead of no. That moment changed my life.
When I was 25, I got married. I am still married to that same person. Many of my friends who got married around the same time as me are no longer married to the same person. I plan to remain married.
When I was 25, I didn’t know what kind of wedding I wanted, so I succumbed to the general trend, wore a meringue, tried to please everybody and had a big party. Now if I had a wedding, I would accept my father’s offer to take the money and run.
When I was 25, I bought my first house. Four months later, I left that house to move to Germany. I learned that owning a house does not tie you to one place forever.
When I was 25, I had a career. I was on a path to somewhere, but it did not make me happy. Now I have less of a career and a lot more happiness.
When I was 25, I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Now I am just irritable.
When I was 25, I was torn between my husband and my friends. Moving to Germany was the best thing I did because my husband and I made friends together. Today, the people who love me, love my husband too and that means the world to me.
When I was 25, I wore far too much navy. I was also scarily attached to suits with shoulder pads, pearls and court shoes.
When I was 25, I thought weekends were for sleep. Now I realise they are for dreaming about sleep.
When I was 25, I never thought about having children and had no plan as to how they would fit into my life. Now I know that children bring their own plan.
When I was 25, I voted in South Africa’s first non-racial election.
When I was 25, my favourite sport was bridge. I played bridge on the day of South Africa’s first non-racial election.
When I was 25, my world was small. Now it is far bigger. I can go to France for my groceries if that moves me.
When I was 25, I had a car crash that wrecked my car. One inch to the left and I would have hit a pole, but I came out unscathed. I believe the angels were on my side that night.
When I was 25, I cared what people thought of me and felt dented if they didn’t like me. Now I only care for the opinions of a select few.
When I was 25, I believed I would one day write and publish novels. Now, even though I no longer qualify as a “young writer” (thanks, Granta), I still believe that.
When I was 25, I believed I could do anything, even go and live in a country where I couldn’t speak the language, where I didn’t have a job and where I didn’t know anyone apart from my husband. I still have the same blind faith in my own ability to cope.