What is becoming more glaringly obvious in my early twenties, is the rapid descent into Adulthood. Yes, I said descent. As I am nearing the end of my degree, I have started becoming increasingly aware of this thing that people refer to as 'being an adult' and how soon, I will be one of those adults.
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As you probably already know, if you read my blog regularly, I am moving out of my university house in September and moving in with one of my lovely best friends. To me, a small, 4ft 11 university student, this really does mark me becoming an adult.
The other day, my soon-to-be adult housemate and I were walking down the street and looking into every Charity Shop window as went. This is common for us, we both love bargains and in our small town, charity shops are one of the most popular places to purchase things from. So, there we were, strolling through town when something caught my eye.
In a charity shop, sitting right up front was this Table (pictured below). To paint to the scene for you, I stopped dead in my tracks and tapped Shalieka (the housemate) until she too, saw what I was looking at.
Do we get this table? Do we even have anywhere to put it? As we stood, thinking about this purchase, many people walked past us. They also pointed at the table, talking about different and unique it looked.
We knew we had to get it.
Early the next morning, we got dress and went and purchased it. Whilst I am writing this, I would like to say a quick thank you to Katie (link to her blog here) for driving it up to my house and helping me lug it up the front steps. It is now currently sat in my living room, waiting to move with us.
Now, you might be like, why am I reading a post about this twenty-something-year-old woman buying a table? And yes, I can see how you might be confused. But I am writing this post for one very simple reason. I think every person gets to a point in their life where they feel like they have accomplished something. And by buying this table, I feel like I have accomplished my first, real steps into some form of adulthood. I know it sounds strange, all I did was put £40 down in exchange for a (very adorable) table. But I think everyone's 'adult' moments are different and this is mine.
So let's all welcome our new table, it is going to look so pretty when we move into our new flat and start actually adult-ing.
