Don’t mind me, I’m just making myself comfortable here on the train. I’ve got the table in front of me sorted: Coke Zero, rice ball, iPad and ten-trip train ticket. I’m styling dark wash jeans, bare feet and one hard-core bun that I wore to work. Glee tunes rocking through the headphones. My Friday night is well and truly rockin’. Be jealous.

The train is just pulling out of the station, the evening sun is burning into my sunglass-less eyes and the child in the seat infront may or may not have just, erm, soiled something. I still love public transport, though. Maybe that’s even why I prefer it. The people watching. The stories. This train (from the city to the Wairarapa) has offered many stories since my parents moved out there in 2010. If you behave you might even get to hear some. One day.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good week.

I turned 24 on Sunday, to much hypothetical fanfare and confetti. I particularly enjoyed the confetti. I’m told that this does not make me old, just… closer to being not-so-young. I’ll take it. Afterall, growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional.

I also realised that I now fit my fitted pant suit. Note I said fit, not fit into. Success! This is a suit my parents bought me four years ago for a job interview that got me out of one dark, nasty place, and (in a round-about-way) helped me land the career-making job I’m in today. They are clearly magic, life-changing pants. Whoot.

And to round off the week-of-awesome, I’m on the way to my parents place to visit The Dogs. Including the gorgeous Nelson (below, at 8 weeks) who since moving in with my olds has become quite the gangly-limbed gentleman (see the photo taken by Mum for my birthday, above, he’s the one on the right). Yup, my Fur Baby is awesome. Like the two gorgeous wonder-boys he gets to live with.

Party at Amy’s parents’ this weekend!