I am twenty-nine years old and this weekend I walked into a tree branch.
It was mostly my fault. Let’s say, eighty me - twenty Islington Council, as the offender (the tree) was a prime example of out of control public foliage.
Unfortunately, this was not your average sycamore; this was some kind of tree octopus. I would have coped well with a knock on the head from some sturdy bark but the incident was like a scene out of Stranger Things. The tree octopus wrapped me up into its spiky arms and tried to eat me. My knee-jerk reaction to anything like this is to always close my eyes, but actually if you are going to try to navigate your way out of a tree octopus you really do need to see. It must have been quite a sight for passersby, a strange girl with her eyes closed flapping around inside a cocoon of tree foliage probably is quite entertaining on a Saturday morning. I escaped with a sharp scratch to my head and a small dent to my pride.
After the obligatory snapchat of my octopus tree battle wound I sat on the train and thought about how my mum had two children at my age and in comparison I haven’t even mastered pedestrianism.
Turning twenty-nine has prompted a lot of these self-evaluating thoughts recently. It’s no surprise that a recent study revealed twenty-nine is the age associated with adulthood. According to this study by Fly Research on behalf of Beagle life insurance the top three things that make you feel like an adult are: home ownership, babies and marriage. Whilst the top three things that make you feel like you are still living as an adolescent are financial reliance on your parents, living in your parent’s home and computer games.
Destination: Limbo London.
Whilst this research certainly doesn’t shock the system it does say a lot about why I feel the way I do and why I give myself such a hard time every time I fall off the adult wagon and into the arms of a tree octopus. I don’t have the man, the mortgage or motherhood but I’m also financially self-efficient, independent from ma and pa with numerous management responsibilities. Limbo London is a weird place to live, I don’t entirely feel like an adult but I certainly don’t feel like a child. The lifestyle which is available to the millennial generation is very different to that afforded to our parents. What I want to do is throw away the rulebook and focus on my path. I’m on route to adulthood but I am going to do it my way and that may or may not involve the man, the house and the baby.
Over the next couple of months I’ll be focusing on the transition to adulthood via Lucie’s blog. I’ll be updating you on the disasters and the triumphs whilst I navigate my way through Limbo London. Please join me, and for God’s sake look where you are going because there are some fucking vicious trees out there.