Being a real adult is a lot of work. There’s home loans and real-grown-up jobs to do. Pets that aren’t that one packet of sea monkeys you tried to keep alive in your uni dorm room even when it was super obvious that your sea monkeys were just a tank of old tap water.
Then there’s all the cooking and phone bills and email and not only knowing words like “accountant”, but also knowing what they do.
It’s trading that cheeky cup of midnight noodles between study breaks for things real grown-ups eat, like vegetables and stuff from the big end of the food pyramid.
Or is it?
When is all this stuff meant to start anyway? When exactly do you become a proper grown-up?
Nowadays, 30 seems to be the golden number. Right?
The Newcastle Herald’s Weekender team are looking for local people who are about to, or have just turned 30, to talk about their experience in work, life and everything in between for a special feature report in the premier weekend magazine.
If you are about to, or have just turned 30 (or you know someone who is) why not give us a shout?
