10 years ago, 10 years from now…
It’s the last day of 2011 and it’s been quite a year. We’ve been busy:
- Moomin turned three and started nursery
- I got preggo and turned into a butterball
- Husby got qualified and got the job of his dreams
- I finished my book
- We welcomed a lil’ Rhubarb into our lives
Next year is gonna be a big one too, in various significant and optimistic ways. I hope. And I hope yours is too. So it got me thinking where we were a decade ago, and where we want to be a decade from now. I mean, we’re treading dangerously near the end of our twenties, which for most these days is basically a studenty, boozy extension of their teenage years. For us – by choice I will add – it’s been about marriage, mortgages and babies! We’ve come a long way and we’ve got a while to go…
10 years ago:
- I was in my last year of college.
- My parents had just split up.
- I was a chronic insomniac and I’d been depressed for a good 5 years.
- I had no idea that 4 months later I was going to meet the love of my life, soul mate and future husband and father to my children.
- I’d just started writing my first novel.
- I would have laughed in horror if you’d told me that 10 years later I’d live in the same town, married with kids, and that I liked to sew and knit…
10 years from now:
- Moomin will be a teenager! Rhubarb will be almost out of junior school and who knows? We might have another mini-Skip about the place too. Or maybe a dog.
- I hope we’re still in this house, though perhaps with a roof extension, a bigger kitchen and a mature garden.
- If I’m not a published author then at least you can bet your arse I’ll still be writing.
- Some rich, long lost mystery relative will have bequeathed millions to us, and we will buy some land, turn an old barn into a fully fitted pavilion and start a coaching academy for Husby to run, while I do the accounts and write on the gallery and the boys spend their weekends playing cricket with their dad…
Happy New Year y’all. Have a shiny, skippedydoodah of a brand new year.
