Adulting is not a switch
In the past two years or so I have done a lot of thinking about adulting, what I thought it was and what I saw around me, if and how it reflected in my daily life, and so on. I remember feeling a complete adult, life goals style, when on a Saturday I saw clear blue sky outside and I immediately declared it was the perfect day to do laundry.
Recently, I felt the compelling need to make pasta from scratch. As an Italian I believe adding ‘from scratch’ makes it sound less of an eating disorder and more of an Italian grandma. Which is what I am slowly turning into.
Adulting isn’t life-goals and pinterest perfect days. Adulting isn’t a switch that you need to find and turn on as soon as possible. Adulting isn’t an unpleasant thing (not all the times at least).
Adulting is looking forward to do a specific set of things that you never even conceived before. Like going to Ikea to find the perfect cutlery drawer organiser, or to Kitchen Warehouse to look for a pasta machine. Let's not forget the thrill after picking the perfect sofa! If you’re really lucky, between laundry and going to bed at 10pm, you might be able to go to the farmers' market and carefully select a few gourmet ingredients for your culinary experiments. And you will most likely enjoy that!
If, three years ago, anyone told me that I would actually enjoy doing all the above, I would have laughed and left with my bottle of wine and my leggings used as pants.
Some things don’t change.
However, I am quite excited by the idea of sitting on every chair at Ikea and find out which is not only soft, but can support our mistreated backs. Also, double bed or queen size bed? I've got some serious bedsheets shopping to do. Do we need all of the plates or six will do? Do we want the chairs in the living room to match the ones in the study room?
On a side note, why do I call it a study room if the only things that will be done in there are video-gaming and make-up application?
In all seriousness, every time I walk into a Sephora I feel like when you walk into a room and you can’t remember why you went there in the first place. Why am I here? I already have make-up, I don’t want to spend $90 on coloured powders when I could buy a soft rug that matches the artwork that I am planning to hang on the wall in an exceptionally curated gallery composition.
Who would have thought that in such a short time the only colour palette that interested me would be the one that goes with my interior decoration, and not the one that goes on my eyelids?
Image: via
Recently, I felt the compelling need to make pasta from scratch. As an Italian I believe adding ‘from scratch’ makes it sound less of an eating disorder and more of an Italian grandma. Which is what I am slowly turning into.
Adulting isn’t life-goals and pinterest perfect days. Adulting isn’t a switch that you need to find and turn on as soon as possible. Adulting isn’t an unpleasant thing (not all the times at least).
Adulting is looking forward to do a specific set of things that you never even conceived before. Like going to Ikea to find the perfect cutlery drawer organiser, or to Kitchen Warehouse to look for a pasta machine. Let's not forget the thrill after picking the perfect sofa! If you’re really lucky, between laundry and going to bed at 10pm, you might be able to go to the farmers' market and carefully select a few gourmet ingredients for your culinary experiments. And you will most likely enjoy that!
If, three years ago, anyone told me that I would actually enjoy doing all the above, I would have laughed and left with my bottle of wine and my leggings used as pants.
Some things don’t change.
However, I am quite excited by the idea of sitting on every chair at Ikea and find out which is not only soft, but can support our mistreated backs. Also, double bed or queen size bed? I've got some serious bedsheets shopping to do. Do we need all of the plates or six will do? Do we want the chairs in the living room to match the ones in the study room?
On a side note, why do I call it a study room if the only things that will be done in there are video-gaming and make-up application?
In all seriousness, every time I walk into a Sephora I feel like when you walk into a room and you can’t remember why you went there in the first place. Why am I here? I already have make-up, I don’t want to spend $90 on coloured powders when I could buy a soft rug that matches the artwork that I am planning to hang on the wall in an exceptionally curated gallery composition.
Who would have thought that in such a short time the only colour palette that interested me would be the one that goes with my interior decoration, and not the one that goes on my eyelids?
Image: via
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