This time last year, I thought I was completely ready for the settled-down life. I thought I knew who I was going to spend my life with, and that I would be happy with whatever job I had or wherever I lived.
There is a part of me that thinks that I probably will be happy in most circumstances, because that’s just who I am. But another part of me feels really relieved that I didn’t end up having that, at least not yet. On the weekend, while I was cycling with some friends through pleasant and quiet suburbia, I spotted a young family – mum and dad, and a small child. And I thought that there is no way in the world that I’m ready for that right now.
Right now, I know that life is really short, full of surprises, and full of places and people. I want to be able to make the decision to be consumed with fundraising and go cycling through Vietnam, book holidays, plan to do a PhD in any country in the world, kiss hot guys in dark alleys on a Friday night, spend my free time with friends and base my life on all the potential that someone not settled-down has.
Now, I know that just being alive is wonderful, being alive and with full mobility even more so, and being alive, with full mobility and an entire world out there to explore, the most wonderful of all.
