Wednesday, May 29, 2013

growing up

Now that we are all married up and all, we have been thrust into the world of grown ups.

It's not a bad place to be, really. The rite of passage - signing marriage certificates and pledging our lifelong commitment to each other - is a, let's be frank, good base point to start.
Had I not lived a life in my thrumming twenties and early thirties, I might've felt like there was more to be done. I've been lucky enough to have travelled, sown my wild oats, focused on a career and got drunk. A lot. Many times.

I am a late settle-downer. And I consider myself amazingly lucky that I am. I really appreciate being married now, and having a husband that I could just squeeze I love him so much.

Anyway, we have a lot of stuff we are going to be doing for the rest of the year. A honeymoon, bit of Mediterranean travel (all booked and paid for. Phew!), but also things like:

1) Buy a car. Finally.
The Brit's student car - the Ford Fiesta Molesta - has been great. But we've decided the time is nigh. If we don't buy our car now, who knows if we ever will. Hello big German hunkmobile.
Getting a two door - my endless dream - would be slightly impractical. So we are going to go for the guy with the five doors. He wants the quattro; I don't care. He wants the special wheels and other gadgetry as he's a geek; I don't care. I just want a good sound system and the ability to cruise those English roads.

2) Upgrade to a house.
We love our little flat, but living in a shoebox has become tiresome. We have nowhere to put our stuff anymore, including visiting friends. We want a garden and a second bedroom. So we're saving for a mortgage like never before.
I obviously want to live in Primrose Hill, but we aren't Gwen Stefani. I am lobbying for north London though. I have a feeling that I'd really feel in the mix on the other side of the river. I need to make a case though (ie find the perfect house) for the Brit to want to. So we are looking north and south. Sort of. Will get properly on the case when we know what kind of house we can afford...

Now, I am aware that after you get married, the questions start coming in. You know, the questions. "Are you going to start a family soon?" "When do you think you'll want to get pregnant?"

Apparently the questions come once a week after you've been married for 4-6 months.
For now, I don't know. I have endometriosis; I have a career. There's tons of stuff that comes with all of that.
I don't want to plan too much. Planning comes with expectation and with disappointment if it goes wrong/doesn't happen.

It would be nice, at some stage, but it's not something I want to make a big deal of. 

So. Grown up stuff happening. In between buying floral pants and drinking in the park.

On a completely different topic, is Britain the new Belgium? Tom Bridger, Stuart Hazell, Jimmy Savile and now, allegedly, Max Clifford.
I am living in a country filled with paedophiles. What the fuck is going on?


Val said...

Don't be in a hurry to have kids. Enjoy your married life first. That is all important because, believe me, kids take over one's life completely. A beautiful 'take over' to be sure, but things will never be the same as now. You are both young still - no hurry.

Teh Megan said...

Also having endo, I understand your desire to not have expectations. It's hard though!

Even though I still believe that "when are you having kids?" is one of the absolutely rudest questions to be asked.