In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”
Recently I’ve realised that I’m closing in on 30, and I’m starting to wonder where all the years went. It really feels like time has flown by and I can’t really remember when I became a grown-up. It might sound silly, but I just can’t define the time when it happened.
I’ve always considered myself to be quite a mature person. When I was a teenager, I was already mature enough to wait to drink alcohol until I turned 18 (the legal age in Sweden). I realised that bullying is never OK, and I took my studies seriously (well, for the most part.. it sort of went downhill when I got addicted to the internet, haha).
But these days I sometimes stop myself, thinking I’m proud of the way I think and act, and that I make decisions only a grown-up could make, but when did that all start? Perhaps it was when I moved away from Sweden and faced a whole new world here in New Zealand?
I’m not going to lie, moving to New Zealand was one of the toughest things I’ve ever have to do. I’m an introvert who struggles with anxiety from time to time. Leaving all I knew behind for an adventure on the other side of the world kind of freaked me out. It still does. It’s been a roller coaster ride of emotions. I love it here, but I hate being away from my family. I want to move back to Sweden, but I’ll miss New Zealand like crazy.
Well, as the quote says above, challenges make us grow. I wouldn’t want things to come easy. Working for something makes it so much sweeter once you reach your goal. I’m lucky to have the support of my partner, who I couldn’t have done all this without. He motivates me, and he makes me believe in myself. He’s likely part of me growing up.
Can you define when you became a grown-up?