I don't know how it
happened, but today I woke up and I was an adult.
I shouldn't have
been too surprised – it happened the day before, and the day before
that, and so on. It's been happening for a while, in fact, and yet
it's still causing me issues. The thing is, I don't know what it
actually means.
This kid seems to have it figured out, though. |
I
mean, what does an adult actually do? What's supposed to
happen? Is there a membership card, perhaps, that got lost in the
post? If there's an instruction booklet, I haven't received mine, and
I'd like to make my displeasure known (see, an adult would know what
sort of numbers to call and council employees to harangue about
that).
Then,
a few weeks ago, another strange thing happened.
Wait, no. |
A
few weeks ago, I spent some time in London, and within half an hour
of stepping from the train I'd decided this was the place for me. I
wanted to spend weekends in the Tate, evenings in pricey bohemian
bars, to be obnoxious when tourists stood on the wrong side of the
Tube escalators. I wanted to live in London, I wanted to do London
things, to think London thoughts.
Which
would be no small feat for someone who turned 18 and half expected to
start sprouting in a Mogwai-like fashion every time he showered.
So,
on the one hand I have these lofty aspirations and arguably more hope
than sense; on the other, I may not have any idea about things like
checking accounts and tax returns, but I do have a reason to learn.
What's
more, every week I'll be taking you through that process. Every
Friday I'll walk you through the steps I've taken towards a
London-based life. Each week I'll explain - for example - the steps a
person can take towards employment; I'll discuss my decisions and
I'll talk about how they panned out. Hopefully you'll be able to take
something away from my experiences – even if it's how not to
go about things.
Why
a blog, though? Besides needless self-aggrandisement, that is.
You'll
just have to come back next Friday to find out.
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