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Life List

I wish I had the courage to write down everything I wanted like this.

I clicked on it instantly thinking it would be fantastic to see just exactly what we might be on a life list. As I started reading, I became so competitive, I had to stop.

"Why can't I put all that down?" I thought.

So will book mark it and leave it for another day.

I have made a similar list. A list to do before your 30.

That actually scares me even more because I wrote the list when I graduated in 1999 (eek) and didn't expect the bit 3-0 to creep up on me so quickly.

It's packed away in a box, somewhere in D's parent's garage. It's never been looked at, except for the time two of D's asshole friends thought it would be really funny to start going through boxes of stuff in the spare bedroom I let them sleep in. I had just moved in a few weeks before and the usual Saturday night crowd - which I adored partying with - had all crashed at D's..well, it had become ours *sigh*

And not only did they find it but thought it would be funny to start asking me questions like:

"So, A, when do you want to have (insert item here) finished by?"

This was when I realised why it had taken so long for D to ask me to move in. He socialised with 6 year olds.

One of them, P, had become a dear friend of mine, albeit a 6-year-old friend, and I was so hurt that the felt it was okay to go rummaging through stuff in a room that was kindly given to them.

Didn't help that said friend left us high and dry as we moved out of the house to go on our European adventure. He has since been forgiven but I have not felt that sense of betrayal since.

But so this list still sits hidden away in a box. Next time I'm home, I'll dig it out and try not to cry at all the things I have no accomplished on my list and add all the fantastic things I never wrote on the list.

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