Possum's big day

Hello folks

Today is my 23rd Birthday, and I'm feeling terribly grown up.
I'm living in a flat, about 12 000 km from my home, with my boyfriend, who i've recently started referring to as "my partner" for administrative bonuses and ease of reference.

23 brings with it bizarre and terrifyingly new concerns. This time last year I was worried about handing in assignments for marks, missing lectures (okay, well that didnt exactly give me sleepless nights) and getting enough shifts at the student union bar, now I'm "between jobs", joining a gym, paying rent, and buying grown up things like microwaves and fridges. These appliances now have way more significance than when your dad gives you cash to set up your digs, and you own one-fifth of a couch etc.

Thank god for Jono, who this morning presented me with a purple-and-black-striped hoodie with ears on it, otherwise I'd feel just about ready for retirement. And my lovely friends who are older than me, and that's most of you, please dont roll your eyes. Just try to bear with me a little, and remember you've all had similar crises at one point or another.

I'd like to send a beyond-the-grave happy birthday to my great gran (dad's side) whom I share a birthday with, and a another telepathic happy happy to my other great gran who is 98 yrs old today too. The ladies in my family live long, and love the 21st of September!

Love and possums to you all!

P.S. Can people please stop asking when Jons and I are getting married, or if you can come to the wedding (sorry Pieter and Jonty). We're not getting married any time soon - s just hold your horses! :)