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With my university career almost over, it is time that I start to grow up. This summer I have come to terms with something important; I am an adult. At the age of 22 you would have thought that this rather obvious fact would have dawned on me sooner, but I have previously
been in denial. My rapidly receding hairline, and the seemingly never-ending list of school friends getting married/ engaged has forced me to admit that I am now in my twenties and will soon be out there in the real world living ‘my life’, whatever that turns out to
be. Despite not being completely sure what I want to do post-St Andrews, I’m not scared about the future. I’m actually excited about it. I am definitely ready to leave education, as I cannot bare the thought of spending yet more time writing essays and sitting exams.
Another development has been that the idea of settling down with someone has become increasingly appealing, and more worryingly my extreme dislike of the concept of having children is waning – I’m actually toying with the idea that some day I might want some. I have
always been a commitment-minded person when it comes to relationships, but the sudden desire to embrace domesticity is still an extreme development in me, which concerns and amuses me in equal measures. Whatever happens next in my life, at least I know that I am starting to feel ready for it.