24.5

In the last few months, the thing I have been most excited about enthusiastic about is the digging, filling and populating of our new pond. Not sorry.

But I am coming up to 24 and a half, and I have started to feel like I might be getting old.

These days I would rather wander/cycle/run around outside than most other indoor pastimes previous, which is a far cry from my boxroom outlook no longer than two years ago. I am completely content right now getting some fresh air and planning what I can get up to outdoors next weekend.

I bought a bike on a whim. It’s a lovely bike. Though incidentally I am shit scared of cycling on the road – I’ve seen all the adverts. 

Last year I completed my first 10k run for charity, and this year I pushed that further and completed the Surrey half marathon (happy with my 2 hours 8 minutes) and am keen to do it again – as well as considering the a marathon a real possibility in the next couple of years.

I actually enjoy going to the gym and trying to eat healthily now as well!

Is this growing up?

I want to go fishing.

I want to buy a skateboard (a nostalgic plunge).

I want to climb a mountain. Or three.

Learn a foreign language.

Start a ‘dad rock’ covers band.

Take photos of myself pulling silly faces next to everything.

After a couple of trips to major American cities last year;  New Orleans, Nashville, Atlantic City, New York and Orlando, I now have a list of potential holiday and city break destinations as long as my arse - I guess I'll just need to find someone to go with me...

I immensely enjoyed the ‘lads holidays’ to Tenerife and Ibiza with 14 of my closest mates but I just cannot imagine taking this sort exhausting trip again – until potential nostalgic stag weekends in years from now.

Does make me an old man (my old man?!) to look forward holidays I will take with my family in ten/fifteen years time?

To think about the music room I am going to have in my house, and what instruments my sons are going to learn (at an early age), and what my garden might look like.

Am I going to suddenly interested in politics and current affairs? I kinda hope so.

It doesn’t really worry me that I have suddenly switched allegiances to the idea of exploring the world and forward thinking. If anything I think I am more comfortable away from my sofa/bed/house than I ever have been. Maybe I need to take the plunge and do something unexpected and scary.

At the end of the day, all I keep thinking is when will I get to dig my own pond?