There are a few times during your life when you feel like a grown up.
You know, even at the age of forty-something-let’s-not-go-there, inside I still feel 17…okay maybe 22, are you the same?
And when I look in the mirror or catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window of the train sometimes I get a little unpleasant shock.
But there have been times in my life when I’ve suddenly thought… shit. I’m a grown up.
Owning a mortgage on a house with a linen cupboard and larder – felt like a grown up then!
When I walked out of the hospital with my newborn.
The first time I travelled on my own.
Wearing matching underwear for the first time.
And today when I picked up my first ever set of matching luggage.
I wanted matching cases, with the small one able to be used as hand luggage on domestic flights.
They had to have spinners – four wheels.
And they had to have those in-built groovy combination locking mechanisms.
I really wanted red luggage.
This stuff was 41% off so it was practically free right?
I could live with bronze.
So why does it have to be matched luggage?
You know, I don’t know.
I mean the times I will actually use both at the same time will be few and far between.
And it’s not as if there are luggage police – well not ones that are interested in whether they match or not.
“Excuse me madam, we see you don’t have matching luggage… please come this way…”
“Last month you were spotted with a black suitcase, today yours is bronze… please explain!”
Bronze. A fancy pants way of saying beige.
Matched luggage is just… nice.
So ‘fess up.
What makes you feel grown up?
And how old are you inside?