seventeen

Lately I have been wondering what the 17 year old me would think of the 27 year old me today.

When I was a teen, I was so blase about about life after school- all I could think about was how much fun Uni was going to be...but career wise, I never gave it a second thought. I would joke I was going to be a media mogul like Rupert Murdoch and write witty and insightful columns in my spare time and of course live in an amazing city loft and still be able to keep up a whirlwind social life. The reality 10 years later is that I now work for a charity, write anonymously on a blog from time to time, and live in a part of London normally associated with all the wrongs of society and any energy I have left after a day at work is spent trying not to let the mountain of domestic chores collapse in a heap around me. Without texting my friends would never hear from me. 17 Year old me would be SO mortified. And even more mortified to know that I still dont have a driving licence!

Take it away Donna Summer...