Yesterday I booked flights for a friend's wedding. My instant gut reaction is to book the cheapest flight I could find, no matter if it leaves at 6:40am in the morning or arrives at 2:30am the next day. Nick is constantly complaining that I book the worst flights cause I'm such a tight arse.
Today I did the unthinkable, I booked a flight because it left at 8:45am and arrived at the reasonable hour of 2:15pm. An easy wakeup time, a good arrival and $126 more expensive that the original flight I only just stopped myself from buying. Today I think I finally became an adult.
I looked at that extra $126 and thought to myself, that's 12 bottles of wine I could of bought. Yes I measure things by wine. Cheap wine.
Whenever Big J (my Mum) talks about adults I shriek, "I'm not an adult yet!", when the sad reality is I am nearly 29, so yes Melanie, I think maybe you are an adult.
But seriously think about it, what is it that makes you an adult? At what point does your brain tick over and say, "Yes you are a mature responsible adult". Is it a mortgage? Kids? A particular age? Or a set of actions? Or a mindset?
I think its a mindset, or maybe, the day when I stop measuring monetary amounts by the bottles of clearskin wine I can buy. If that is the case, then I am not quite there yet...
No Mel! The Mel I know would have gone for the wine...whats going on? haha. I think you become an adult when you start accumulating for your future. Big furniture purchases e.g. leather couch, beautiful dining table. When your savings account reaches 5 figures. When if you got pregnant you wouldn't consider an abortion based upon being 'too young'.
ReplyDeleteLol if that is the case muzzle, does that mean you are reverting from adult to child by going on your trip and selling all your stuff?
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