20 years ago I made one of those lists of things that I want to achieve by the time I’m 30. I think it was a class project. I completely forgot about it until my last trip home when my mom pulled out a box full of my childhood drawings, old photographs and other random things I used to collect. My brother and I stayed up till morning looking at them one by one, laughing at my blue coat, bright red pants and a bow almost as big as my head. My mom was trying to go to bed (she had to work next morning), but she could not resist the laughter coming from our room, so every now and then she would peek and ask what was so funny. What wasn’t?! My big hair, bright neon clothing, collection of beer cans (seriously… I collected empty beer cans?! Why???), a poster of Take That and other equally useless things that suddenly became priceless. We laughed till we cried and then drank whole lot of coffee the morning after.
Perfect age
May 7th, 2009 by mrsnotouching
Moments like that remind me that Leila absolutely needs a little brother or sister. Somebody she can laugh with while looking at the old photos, somebody she can relate to when we remove the door to her room for slamming it earlier into my face while screaming “I hate you!”, somebody she can call when her father and I buy an RV and decide to camp in her back yard, just because she does not visit us often enough and I cannot stand an empty house.
But I digress. I found the list and it turns out I have achieved every single thing without even knowing it. Maybe it is a self-fulfilling prophecy or just the fact that I do not set the bar high for myself.
Since I was little I wanted to be 30. I always thought that was a perfect age – younger people do not think you are old yet and older people do not think you are too young anymore; you finally know who you are and what you want from life; you might not be there yet but at least you know the direction. And I was right – being 30 is everything I imagined it would be and more.
Now excuse me while I go poke little wholes into those condoms that Dennis left on the night stand.
Let’s see the list!
Sure.
1. move out of my parent’s house
2. buy a dog
3. buy a cat
4. find a boyfriend (I never thought I would get married. My father used to say he will pay the guy who agrees to live with me)
5. have a child (the only reason for #4)
6. be done with school
Sounds good! I didn’t make a list but maybe I should have. Eh.
It doesn’t really count because I completely forgot it existed, plus at 10 years of age I obviously did not expect much from myself. I wish I’ve written something like ‘save the world’ and ‘get filthy rich’
Isn’t it fun finding old things like that? A barrel of laughs I imagine. Welcome to the 30 club, it has been a good year for me too. 31 comes next month though. :/ Too quickly! Congrats on fulfilling your whole list. Time to write one for when you turn 50.