I am at my parents' house.
I am 27. "Oh no!" you cry. "This blog contains only the youthful conjunctions and sprightly sentences of a much younger woman!"
But it is true - I am 27, and I can't say that I miss being 23 at all.
Tonight, however, I feel the need to make it clear to the world that I am 27, because I got home at 4.30pm today to learn that my mother had refrained from decorating the christmas tree ... until I got home.
Because of course I'd want to do it as much at the age of 27 as I did twenty years ago*.
Families are so funny. I move my whole life across the Atlantic, and manage quite well on my own, all things considered - but I am their youngest child, and therefore I get to put the star at the top of the tree.**
In other news: I miss
electrokin. He ought not to be in Wolverhampton. He ought not to be anywhere, where I am not.
*lipwibble*
*this is actually almost true. Not quite, but almost!
** if either of my siblings were here, we'd probably even mock-up a fight over whose turn it is to put the star on, just for the sake of the tradition.
But it is true - I am 27, and I can't say that I miss being 23 at all.
Tonight, however, I feel the need to make it clear to the world that I am 27, because I got home at 4.30pm today to learn that my mother had refrained from decorating the christmas tree ... until I got home.
Because of course I'd want to do it as much at the age of 27 as I did twenty years ago*.
Families are so funny. I move my whole life across the Atlantic, and manage quite well on my own, all things considered - but I am their youngest child, and therefore I get to put the star at the top of the tree.**
In other news: I miss
electrokin. He ought not to be in Wolverhampton. He ought not to be anywhere, where I am not.
*lipwibble*
*this is actually almost true. Not quite, but almost!
** if either of my siblings were here, we'd probably even mock-up a fight over whose turn it is to put the star on, just for the sake of the tradition.