What would I do?

Most of my childhood travels are made up of countless all-inclusive food, pool lounging, 11 o'clock water-aerobics and salty crisps. I loved it. I wanted nothing more than sunny, worry-free days surrounded by smiling people.

I still see the benefits of holidays like these. I recently went on an all-inclusive trip to Greece and spent my days, like before, in a lazy and incredibly satisfying haze of books, good food and the occasional dip in the sea to cool off. It was lovely.

My experiences this past summer did however open up my eyes to another type of holiday, one which ticked boxes I didn't know I had. I experienced cities instead of beaches, stayed with locals who didn't speak Swedish nor English, (making basic sign language more useful than ever). There was no blonde, tanned, smiling girl pointing us in the direction of the buses or flights we needed to catch, it was all on us. It was exciting.

STA Travel currently has a competition going where you could win a travel experience around the world worth up to 5.000 pounds. 5.000 pounds (!) Seeing this made my mind go wild imagining all the places I'd go if I had that kind of money to spend, and what experiences I'd make myself dare to try.

Asia is an obvious first choice, as we I've yet to make it that far. My new bit of thrilling adventure would probably be a good ol' bungy jump (though merely typing it makes me dizzy, promising!) Paired with that I'd most likely want to settle for something a tad less adrenaline-pinching, perhaps socialising with some locals and finally finish off with a bit of trekking or a cool safari. Go and check it out for yourself on their website to see what you'd choose!

Growing up

The past two years have been very odd for me. I've started performing chores I normally relied on my mother for. I find myself paying bills, writing grocery lists and even mowing our lawn. Yes I have an actual lawn. One time someone else (we have no idea who or why) mowed our lawn for us and I caught myself feeling disappointed for being robbed the job. 

The cause of this newfound satisfaction from garden work might stem (pun intended) from the inevitable fate of turning into my dear mother, or my way of procrastinating is simply just a tad more mature than others. Whatever the reason, this new obsession recently resulted in myself wanting to buy a rake. An actual proper green and solid rake. It caught me completely off guard, but as me and my flatmate stood and admired our lawn (as you do), I was suddenly unable to conclude nothing else but that a rake purchase was inevitable. My flatmate looked at me, followed by the lawn and solemnly agreed 'yes, I think you're right'.

It was like that time when me and my group of friends were having pre's before a night out and realised to our dismay that almost everyone was drinking wine. Not even out of cheap plastic cups but from proper wine-glasses as well. This continued throughout the night as one of our most thrilling conversation topics concerned the different internet providers and their tedious waiting times for installation. What an exhilarating life I live.

I guess I'll have to come to terms with the fact that things are bound to change as I grow older. People will soon start to get engaged and have little kiddos of their own. I'll dance at weddings and hopefully properly figure out how tax actually works. Let's hope the latter kicks in sooner rather than later. It can't be that hard to figure out right?

I realise this post does not give any credit to my youthful side, but I have a slight feeling that in a year from now I will add even more grown up things to my list. Maybe by then we'll have put the heating on in our flat. And who knows, I might have actually bought the darn rake.