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That job that I went to the interview for... I got it.

So i suppose that makes me a fully qualified bona-fide grown up adult now. I should be upset that a part of me feels my childhood has well and truly been swept out from under my feet, but bizarrely, I'm not.

What's actually happened is that I'm happy that I've got security. I can start planning a family. I've been looking at getting a place of my own, sharing it with Adelaide of course, but buying rather than renting if I can get away with it.

I've also been looking at getting a new addition to my family, though, currently this is one with four legs rather than two. It's a very exciting prospect I can assure you.

And naturally, I've been thinking about all this 'settling down' business and marriage/engagement has entered my mind. I mean, once you plan the tangible things that you'd like to own, you start asking the question 'what else?" "What else do you want your life?" And the answer is inevitably, a family.

This weekend, I went out thursday night, friday night, saturday night, and came home early or didn't drink or decided I didn't even want to be out. My days of being a student are well and truly over. But i'll keep enjoying the life of a student until I move out in 2 weeks. I plan to go the beach and have a bbq at least once before I start the new job on 15th June.

What else? I hear you ask... Well, I don't know for sure at the moment. But i'm looking forward to finding out :)

Growing up

Growing up, moving on, however you want to put it, I feel like I'm getting old.

Today I went to a job interview and asked for more than £5.50 an hour. It is a very interesting concept, as I have previously never done so. It also means that I have to face my Peter Pan fear and grow up. Yes, that's right, go out into the big wide world and out from under the protective wing of education.

It should be a moment for joy, happiness etc, as I have handed in my dissertation, and look set to finish my course with a low 2:1 or high 2:2. Yet, I cannot help but think of the fond memories I have from Bournemouth, the skills I have learned from the wonderful people I have met, or the friends I have made and look to take with me into the next chapter of the book of my life.

Unfortunately, I don't want to grow up. As previously mentioned (i'm writing in dissertation style now, this is odd) I have the classic "never-grow-up" fear, as made famous by Peter Pan. I still listen to any music from Christmas songs in may to tv themes, to 80s hits and 90s rock. My life is not defined by music, as many of my friends find themselves. Instead, it provides a soundtrack to the various moods I often find myself in, so I speak freely when I say my taste in music is a sign I have not grown up.

I still cannot cook a decent meal for myself, struggle with the concept of ironing and dislike washing up. Likewise, I frequently find myself with the garment I want to wear still being in the dirty laundry pile. This encapsulates the life of Jamie Fretwell.

Fortunately, as I keep telling myself, my education has made me much better organised, and I can now handle more responsibilities than I could have possibly dealt with 3 years ago. I hold down 2 jobs, still study full time, have a reasonable well maintained relationship, and haven't starved or been found in a ditch yet - although I believe the last two are connected somewhat).

I have plans for the future, savings and still get to play on my playstation and mess around with my car and tomtom. All in all i've not done too badly. The fact that I have managed to land an interview for my dream job underlines my personal development really. I've come on quite the journey, and to anyone who doubted me or helped me through, thank you. Without your help, guidance and support I wouldn't be half the person I am now.

Without bragging too much, or sounding egotistical, I'm quite happy with my life. Lets just hope that continues.