Middle Age

There are a number of rights of passage recognised by society to be significant landmarks along the road to middle age. Your first drink at 18 (or 12 if you managed to find the key to the liquor cabinet), the first time you vote, your first car, your first wedding, your first kid (and even the the rest that follow) your first early retirement package, first grandkids. We all get excited, write cards, buy gifts, have a party, drink beer and recognise that this event denotes one more step towards 'growing up'.

A significant event happened on Sunday which made me feel as if I had finally stepped into my adult life, and you know what the worst thing is? No one seemed to see the significance of the event. Sure, Janelle and Corinne were excited, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was more about getting things clean than it was about my passage into middle age.

I bought my first white good. I own a VB sofa, a crappy almost dead car, and a 2nd hand (but still quite lovely) Samsung 5.5kg washing machine. So now I can drive to my house, sit on my couch, and listen to my washing go round. It may not sound like a complete life to some, but this is the closest to adulthood that I have ever come, and I must say, I am just a little proud :-)