5 Things No One Tells You About Being A Grown Up

Things have happened fast for me over the last year. I moved into my first house with my boyfriend, got my first real job, got a new car and got my first dog. Of course I’ve had cars before with the help of my parents and I’ve had pets before too, so you’d think all of this came pretty easy to me. You’d be wrong.

There’s a lot of things no one tells you about moving out of your parents house, running your own car, looking after your own pets. Basically there are a lot of things that no one tells you about being a grown up. Here’s what I’ve learned.

Pets cost a lot of money.

Obviously I knew getting a puppy was going to cost me money. What I didn’t realise is just how much money our little Yogi would burn. First there’s the cost of the puppy itself, then all of their toys, food, bed, vaccinations, worming, flea treatments. But these are just the things that I realised I’d be forking out for. Boy was I naive. First off there’s the part where you have to pay someone to look after them whilst you’re at work (that is unless you plan on leaving them cooped up on their own all day), then there’s the emergency visits because your puppy is “making a weird noise” or he “swallowed something” that he really shouldn’t have. Oh and did I mention the neutering? If your lucky it will be a straight forward procedure. In our case Yogi’s man parts never descended which landed us with a HEFTY bill. Plus there are the countless pairs of shoes, carpets and furniture items that he has managed to chew up which we have had to replace.

Nights out with your friends will become a thing of the past.

Maybe this doesn’t apply to everyone. But in my case I really can’t afford to be going out with my friends every weekend. I haven’t got the money or the energy after working all week and then coming home to all of the house work. Of course I still spend time with my friends, but instead of it being over cocktails at my local bar it’s now with a cup of tea or coffee on the couch at home. But hey, that’s fine too.

All of a sudden you will become incredibly house proud.

This coming from the laziest, messiest girl in the world. I know right. But it’s true. You suddenly develop a huge sense of pride, and with it a great sense of shame when it comes to keeping your house tidy. You can’t have people thinking you live in a pigs sty now can you. There is nothing like the mad dash you make to tidy up the dirty pots, hoover the carpet and banish clutter when you’re suddenly getting a surprise visit from a friend or relative.

You’re not expected to get it all right straight away.

I wish someone would have told me this one. You can’t be expected to prepare for everything, and sure you’ll mess up a little on the way. Whether it’s forgetting to carefully plan your finances and leaving yourself short or making poor choices in terms of decor; nobody gets it all right in one go. If they do, they are not of this world so stay away. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to ask for help and there is no shame in any of it. Remember; this is all new to you and it’s a learning process. You have to make the mistakes to get something out of it.

You’ll love it.

So maybe you won’t love every single minute, and I’m not telling you it is easy being a “grown up”, but I can guarantee you’ll look back on your first days and smile. Sure I miss my Mum and Dad being in the room next to me, I miss my washing magically being done, coming home to my tea on the table, not having to worry about bills and somebody else picking up my dog’s poo. But I love my life and I love the struggle that it has taken me to get here. Nobody will tell you how great it will feel. The sense of achievement you feel when you move into your first house, you secure your first real job, filling the tank up on your own car for the first time or coming home at the end of the day and saying screw the chores, grabbing a take away and putting your feet up. Nothing compares to that.

Rachel x

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