Feeling like a grown up

There are a few times during your life when you feel like a grown up.

Antler New Zero cabin and medium sizes

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.

Grown. Up.

The 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.


Grown up.

So ‘fess up.

What makes you feel grown up?

And how old are you inside?


2 Replies to “Feeling like a grown up”

  1. First time I had to resign from a job because I’d got a better one, and then getting my first (company) car delivered a week later!

    I’ve been 39 years old inside since I was about seven. Now I have a younger person inside me wondering wtf happened!

  2. I’m fairly sure the age of the inner me is the flip of the actual me, so that’s 34… sh*t… no, that’s not young enough… 24. Though I wish I was this confident and strong when I was 24.

    As for what makes me feel like a grown up? Not very much… there’s a whole lotta stuff I think that SHOULD make me feel grown up, but I say stuff it… life’s too short.

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