Temporary

Some things in this life stay very much the same. Others, not so.

I keep getting older, taller (to Will's annoyance...haha) and seemingly my feet don't know the meaning of the words "please stop growing!"
I still have a brother, my hair's still very ginger and I still love Hayley Williams.

But, it's really come to the surface recently how shallow some relationships are even after 14 or 7 years of education together.
It's fairly saddening. I suppose people must grow apart, and I now don't have that much in common with my primary school best friend because I have no use for Louis Vuitton, or however it's spelt, and I like my skin without an inch of tango'd foundation on it.
Moving on in life is difficult. I'm very aware that some bridges are burning right now. The friends' who I've heard from in the last week or two are the keepers, for sure.
I'm pretty good at the long distance friend thing, but for sure those arn't the most caring relationships.
With my last post on love it just kinda struck me how much my life has changed in 4 years, and how I'm shiney and new on this side.
I'm scared, I'm not done with getting older, I doubt I will be for a long time. It's frightening. I really am not comfortable with the idea of being a mummy in all black, with sensible shoes and short hair. Hence the photo. The generic model for british and irish life. Gah, how normal.

My mum is happy with this life, but I feel like I've seen too much of this world to be stuck in Northern Ireland. My views of the culture here have been fairly limited until university, and now I'm friends' with some roman catholics! Imagine that...
I don't want to settle here and have 2.4 kids, so Northern Ireland is only temporary to me.
Don't get me wrong, I love my country, I love (most) of the people I meet. I hate the politics, I hate the British government and I hate how we seemingly have no voice.
So, where do I go? New Zealand? Canada? Austrailia? Notably, places with English as one of the first languages. Get a house on a hill and create some sort of waterslide system and make sure I even go down it! Be a different parent to my kids than my own were to me. Don't get me wrong, their methods apparently worked, but I want my kids to be more carefree and free spirited than I was permitted.
Will thinks I'll be the strict parent out of us two. Yeah, whatever!