Life never seems to go to plan, especially when that plan was formed your ten year old brain.
It's funny how your perception of age and time shifts as you age. A cliché statement, but true nonetheless.
The thing is, I feel like I'm at a point in my life where I'm finally becoming an actual, bone fide, adult.
I save money for a rainy day, I prefer nights in on the sofa with my cat, I have a healthy looking herb garden on the patio. If being an adult is in the doing, I'm definitely doing the culturally expected things that an adult should do.
I also feel a lot more concrete, if that makes sense. I'm in a safe and secure place. My life has meaning, even if that meaning is solely created by myself and my own actions.
Despite acting, and more importantly, feeling like an adult, I look back on my childhood expectations for my twenties and laugh at how "old" I thought 25 year old me would be.
I was actually thinking about my ten year old predictions in bed last night. The bed that adult Des and I had to build at 1am in the morning after moving into our adult house and realising that we didn't have anywhere to sleep...
Anyway, I thought it might be interesting to review some of these predictions and see whether 10 year old me had any conception of what life would be like in my mid twenties.
(TL;DR : I didn't have a clue.)
1. I would be living in London
Whilst I absolutely love visiting London, I honestly can't imagine living there. I think part of the reason behind this is because I feel so completely at home in York
There is also the issue of housing, living costs and the whole millions of humans cramped into a small space thing.
Prediction for the future: I really don't see myself moving to London any time soon, especially as my businesses are based up here.
2. I would have children by age 22
So so wrong.
I'm not really sure why I had 22 locked in my head as the specific age by which I would have children...
I guess that 10 year old Bethan felt that 22 was far enough away to be "super old" and old people presumably have children, right?
Prediction for the future: Aged 25 I still feel that the prospect of looking after mini humans is something for an adultier version of me to take on. Check back in 10 years or so.
3. I would have a cat
This is one of the few things that has actually materialized in my life
Last year Des and I adopted a 13 year old blind cat called Nancy from our local RSPCA shelter.
Despite being a bit timid and quite immobile (lazy), she is literally one of the best things in my life. After Des, maybe...
4. I would be a doctor
When I was about 11, I spent about a year memorising all of the Latin names for the bones in the human body, dead set on becoming the world's first child doctor (?!)
Anyway, I swiftly realised after watching a couple of horror films (the ones that your parents hide from you, which you inevitably find) that I can not stand the sight of blood. To the point where I fainted last year after slicing open my finger whilst cutting bread.
Prediction for the future: I think I'm going to stick at what I do now. Though I do have a valid First Aid at Work Certificate, so that's something right?
5. Or an Egyptologist
Kind of wrong
Having done a History degree, I feel I have somewhat lived up to this prediction.
This was another period where I became completely obsessed with something and had to get my hands on every book on Egypt that I could.
I actually feel sorry for my parents due to the amount of visits we had to make to see the mummies in Birmingham Museum during the year or so of my Egypt obsession.
Prediction for the future: I am planning on going back to do a Masters next year (because running two businesses is not enough right?). However I will be specialising again in the late medieval period, so I'm afraid it looks unlikely that I will discover Cleopatra's tomb.
6. I would own my own home
I imagine this was something that many people my age once thought would be a big part of growing up.
Unfortunately for many of us, this simply will not become a reality in the current economic climate.
I don't need to go full on Guardian reader here, but let's just say that I deeply feel that as a generation, we are being denied a basic human right to a stable home. (I would argue that this is covered by Article 8 of the Human Rights act: Right to a private and family life).
Whilst I'm lucky to live with my partner, let's just say that I have given up any dreams I once had of buying my own place in the near future.
Prediction for the future: Never say never, but unlikely.