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I r srs grownup.
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:10 pmI've spent the weekend at my mum's, since it was her birthday today. Lots of fun - my mum is awesome - but two things that really stick out.
One, we did the maths and spoke to an advisor and it turns out I can just about afford a mortgage! On a house, even. Actually, it works out cheaper to get a house than a flat since I wouldn't have to pay maintenance costs (well, not monthly, anyway). I only need about six months to have a really decent deposit, and then...
It won't be easy - I'm not even trying to kid myself, and it'll probably still be harder than I'm expecting. But my God, just to be in charge of my own food shopping again would be a dream come true, and to be able to write secure in the knowledge that nobody's going to come bursting through the door demanding my attention because hey, this passion that I want to do for a living one day isn't important, right, would be brilliant.
And two, on the train up to Somerset I ended up sat next to a lady with a one-year old baby, and spent about an hour and a half chatting to one and playing with t'other. I kind of knew I wanted kids, but I'm still amazed at how fast my mothering instinct flared up. I've not even been near a toddler since I was one myself.
She was a primary school teacher. She asked if I'd ever worked with children before. I was so flattered. And, you know, I'm now feeling quite a bit more confident about the whole idea of adopting-while-single, because that's almost certainly what it's going to be; a sperm bank feels so selfish. Maybe I'll talk myself into it when my biological clock really goes off, but until then, the plan is definitely adoption.
Thing is, I'm already getting into that 'well, all right, just one and then I'll be good and adopt' mindset, and I'm going to be nowhere near financially ready for a good seven to ten years.
Things are lookin' up.
One, we did the maths and spoke to an advisor and it turns out I can just about afford a mortgage! On a house, even. Actually, it works out cheaper to get a house than a flat since I wouldn't have to pay maintenance costs (well, not monthly, anyway). I only need about six months to have a really decent deposit, and then...
It won't be easy - I'm not even trying to kid myself, and it'll probably still be harder than I'm expecting. But my God, just to be in charge of my own food shopping again would be a dream come true, and to be able to write secure in the knowledge that nobody's going to come bursting through the door demanding my attention because hey, this passion that I want to do for a living one day isn't important, right, would be brilliant.
And two, on the train up to Somerset I ended up sat next to a lady with a one-year old baby, and spent about an hour and a half chatting to one and playing with t'other. I kind of knew I wanted kids, but I'm still amazed at how fast my mothering instinct flared up. I've not even been near a toddler since I was one myself.
She was a primary school teacher. She asked if I'd ever worked with children before. I was so flattered. And, you know, I'm now feeling quite a bit more confident about the whole idea of adopting-while-single, because that's almost certainly what it's going to be; a sperm bank feels so selfish. Maybe I'll talk myself into it when my biological clock really goes off, but until then, the plan is definitely adoption.
Thing is, I'm already getting into that 'well, all right, just one and then I'll be good and adopt' mindset, and I'm going to be nowhere near financially ready for a good seven to ten years.
Things are lookin' up.