When I was 21 I'd just graduated and had no ties. If I could turn the clock back I'd have gone travelling, worked my way round the world, had adventures.
Instead I did some temping, got a permanent job and bought a house. Then as I was saddled with a mortgage I couldn't do that.
Then had a baby and got married. Dd is ten years old and I did retrain a few years ago for a more fulfilling career i still feel I have a boring life. I was wondering round a national trust place today looking at all the other middle aged, middle class farts with disdain. Thinking you boring fuckers. But I know I'm just the same.
Yes I try to do as much as possible to not be, learning to paint, weekends away roughing it in the camper van. But at the end of the day i have a child, a job and a mortgage and most of my life revolves around that.
I'd love to hand my notice in, sell the house, take dd out of school and drive off in the camper van. Get a ferry out of Dover and see how far we get. But it's not going to happen. Dh would never agree, I'd worry too much about fucking up dds education, I'd worry about never getting back on the housing Market, never getting back into work and how that would affect my financial future, old age, etc. Worry, worry, worry. I wish I could live for today and not worry about tomorrow.
Ain't going to happen. I'll get up tommorrow, do some housework, supermarket shop and off to work. And repeat for 30 years. Depressing isn't it?
Things won't improve when I retire as my pensions so shit I'm not going to be able to afford to do anything.