Time...

Halfway through March already - it's crazy how fast a year slips by! One night, in deep drunken conversation with a couple of friends, we decided that the years seem to go faster because the percentage of your life that they contain reduces. When you're ten, a year is 1/10th of your life. When you're forty, the fraction is a lot smaller. And yes, I can only do maths when I've been drinking :P

I turned 24 recently, that's not that old - some people are married with kids at that age, others aren't. You're definitely a grown-up (even if you live under the same roof as your parents - ahem) but in essence you're at the beginning of your flight of adulthood, regardless of your circumstance. For the most part I still feel really young.


For the most part...


Until another student in my curriculum study class pipes up that for his 21st, he's going to do X and I realise that my 21st was three years ago. When I speak up in class that we were the last high school year before the new New Zealand high-stakes assessment regime (NCEA) was instituted - and that was seven years ago. When my high school boyfriend texts me to say he's been back to a place we went on vacation to, telling me how much it's changed... and I think, well duh, that's because it was nine years ago that we were there. When Ms.Bee leans over in the church service on my birthday and tells me that we've known each other for twenty years - and I realise that it's almost a quarter century that I've known NavyWife. When I think about the time that has passed, it makes me feel ancient... then I realise that my adult life has only just begun.