It was Christmas Eve and my brother got engaged. It was Christmas Eve and my brother bought a house. A house and a life and my brother was happiness. I wonder sometimes if my family know that a tea-towel, white-goods kind of girl I am not. Not a cook-a-roast-dinner-for-a-family-of-25, Freedom Furniture, pretty-matching-dinner-sets kind of person.
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Maybe.
Maybe I will join you just before or after, so I can spend Christmas with my baby.
I am not a white goods kind of girl. I live in perpetual fear that I will spend a third or more of my life paying mortgage on a house I only half-love. And doing what in the meantime? I want to have adventures.
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And when my family were smiling for my brother and his fiance and his fiance talked about crockery and cutlery and matching sets and Maxwell House kitchen-wear, I stared blankly down at my tea-towels and tossed the cook-book aside and swallowed hard.
I feared I would be paying off my credit card debt forever for a while there.
I want to have adventures like you and I want to have adventures with you.
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