20-something wine-downing, cat-snuggling, over-sharing, reluctant "grown-up".
Come along for the ride!
As I wander around the haven that is IKEA, and marvel at the different receptacles on offer for storing toothbrushes, I have to admit, being a grownup can be fun at times. For example, the immense pleasure of having an empty wash bin or a newly-filled fridge, is akin to being bought a new Polly Pocket when I was 6. I know that that should make me sad, but I still feel like I'm holding on to the best bits of childish wonder too. I can eat sweets WHENEVER I WANT. How cool is that?! I could eat nothing but ice cream all day if I chose to!