Changing plans

It’s nearly my birthday. I’m going to be 25. That’s a quarter of a century!! How did that happen?

For years I thought 25 would be the perfect age to have a baby. Old enough to have finished uni and figured out what to do with my life, but still young enough to have more kids before I got old. Of course, back then I also thought I’d be married before I reached the grand old age of 25. I know, how naive right?

By the time my mum was 25 she already had 2 kids. She got pregnant with me at 19 (not planned) and I was born 18 days after her 20th birthday.
Growing up I loved having young parents. They were much less strict than my friends parents, some of whom were already in their late 30s and early 40s before they had kids. When I was a teenager all my friends wanted to have my dad. I was always the one that was alowed to host parties and whose dad never minded having a horde of 14 year olds in the loft playing computer games. Later I could go out drinking with my parents and have a good time. I still do go out drinking with my parents whenever I’m back in England. It’s brilliant!

So I wanted to be a young mum too. I wanted to be able to connect with my kids, be young enough to actually remember what it was like being a child, not be some old fuddy duddy mother who was old enough to be a Grandma. I also wanted (and still want) my kids to meet their grandparents.
And now I’m almost 25. I’m not married (or even close to being married) and I’m definitely not ready to look after a baby. My new perfect age to have my first child is 28. That way if I leave 2 years between them I still have time to have the second before I’m over 30. And by the time I’m 28 I’m pretty sure I will be ready to look after a baby. So 28 it is. The only problem is that’s in 3 years time. And I want to be married before my first child is born. Oh, and before that I want to be engaged for a while. Yeah, like that’s going to happen. Look out for another similar blog in 3 years time… “I used to think 28 was the perfect age to have my first child, But now I’m actually going to be 28…”

This much is certain. If I don’t have a child by the time I’m 30 I’m not having any. I refuse to be an old mama!

So many plans

My mum called last night. She wants to come and see me at the beginning of AUgust and has asked me to book a hotel! This is the 4th time she’s said she’s coming to see me and the first time it’s got as far as flight bookage… I’d better get the hotel sorted before she has time to change her mind and decide staying in Munich with my uncle is a better idea after all (she’s actually flying to Munich with my Grandma and Aunt, then her and my brother are coming down to Karlsruhe by train to visit me for a weekend).

We also booked tickets to Hamburg last night. Yes, I’m actually going now. YAY! We’re flying there but have decided to take the train back (cos it’s cheaper). Believe it or not, it actually worked out cheaper to buy first class train tickets than second class ones. Bizarre or what? (The special deal cheap second class tickets are all sold out and a normal price second class ticket costs more than a special deal first class ticket). So that’s the weekend after next sorted. And next weekend (or this coming weekend if you prefer to look at it that way) it’s Das Fest in Karlsruhe, the biggest free (as in for no money) open air music festival in Europe. Excellent! They usually have fairly decent / biggish name bands on too. This year, for example, Katy Tunstall is there on one of the days.

So that’s the next few weeks. How did my life end up so busy?


Today is the last day of June. In two hours (three if you’re on the UK) the year will be half over. It’s crazy! I can’t believe a whole six months have passed. Surely someone most have stolen a few weeks from me while I wasn’t paying attention!!

In my shock at realising the year is half over already I started thinking about what I’ve actually done this year.  What I came up with was not a lot. I did start the new year in Paris, which was cool and meant I fulfilled one of my ambitions (the ambition being to go to Paris, not necessarily for New Year although that was a nice tough). I also got my highest mark ever for an assignment (yay me!) and some other pretty good marks, meaning I’ve passed the first year of my Master’s. And that’s about it really. Obviously I have done other things in the last half year, but nothing really worth mentioning. It’s all so difficult when you haven’t got any money! So I’ve decided once I have a job I’ll start making plans again. I want to move out of this student residence and into my own flat. I want to learn Spanish. I want to travel more (I have been to Worms and Gernsbach this year, but I want to go to somewhere a little further afield). I also want to do plenty of less exciting stuff… I need new clothes, I very desperately need new shoes and I’d like to buy some of the books on my ever expanding list.  But before I do any of that I need to find a job. Tomorrow is the first day of the last month of my internship and I still have nothing lined up to do afterwards. It’s all getting scarily close now. Job interview on Thursday though. Please keep your fingers crossed for me, even if you are one of the random people that found my blog by asking Google for a “ginger haired toddler cartoon”.