Embracing a Settled Life
When I first started this little blog, it was in the midst of quitting my job and heading off to see some of the world and live a much more glam globetrotter life. Or seemingly so.
Two years later, I’m back in a full-time job, shacked up in a city a stone’s throw from where I grew up.
I’m living the settled life that I ran from then, and couldn’t feel more different about it.
It’s true what they say, people change. Looking back, it’s funny to think that I was so focused on having everything all at once. I wanted the fantastic job, I geared my whole life to moving to the big city, I wanted to do everything all the time; and I felt miserable when I got there. So I left, and it was awesome. I visited some of the places I’d always wanted to go, opened myself up to new cultures, met new people and tried new things, some of which I know I will always remember. (Like my solo night in Nashville – actual dream come true.)
Returning home from travelling was such a downer, back to boring old Wales and everyday I life I thought. I wouldn’t be having any new experiences, I’d be returning to the same scene with the same people with the same ambitions, and at first I felt like a failure all over again.
But I think this was exactly what I needed. I’d got away, I’d hit the refresh button on life and come home for a new start with a fresh perspective.
Okay, going back to a full-time job was hard, but without that I wouldn’t have met the lush boyfriend I’m now living with.
Yes, living outside London was disappointing at first, after all the jobs I’d had geared towards moving there, but returning to visit friends who are still there now just reinforces how unhappy I was living there. I’ll never get tired of it and will still return as often as I can, but with a content happiness knowing that I can return home to a quieter life (and a whole flat, not a box room).
Above all, and most importantly, I’m not plagued with the feeling that I was wasted, unhappy and going nowhere.
I’m cool with the idea of going to work every day and coming home to lounge around my super cute flat at the end of the day – in which I’m not even ashamed at having early nights on the daily.
I’m happy with weekending hard (lol I’m in bed by 12) wherever I like, still making time to get out there and explore new places on the bucket list.
I don’t have the constant feeling that I should be in a certain place in life and have my shit sorted out, or that I should be ashamed of choosing to live a more normal “tame” life, because I now have the attitude that I can do whatever the hell I like. Because after all, nothing ruins your twenties like the constant fear that you should have everything by now.
Maybe this is growing up, but I for one am down with embracing a more settled life.
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