Growing up, growing old

I am now officially a grown up. I own a quarter of a fridge.

Let’s back up a bit here. Exams are done so now the only thing I can do is chew on my nails while waiting for results. And do a whole lot of adult stuff. As in sign a contract for my new flat. Because, as the first year of uni is done(How? When? Really?) I’ve got to move out of halls and into a flat. A really awesome flat(really, really awesome. Skylights, guys!). Which lead to my realization that I am a grown up. So far in the last three days I’ve signed the contract, bought a fridge with my flatmates(hence why I own a quarter of it) and proven more commitment than ever before in my life by opening a joint account.

And you know what? It was exciting. Which made it even sadder. Because I really don’t want to be excited about buying a fridge or getting a really great deal on a hoover(£50 off). However, there we were, all 4 of us, scanning through pages and pages of appliances, comparing and analyzing cost and quality instead of just flipping a coin and picking the cheapest one available.

Of course, maybe we’re not completely mature. Meet Duckie, or coffee maker.



As soon as we move, I'll take a picture of Vinnie, our knife block. It's going to be a fun year.