
Do you remember when you were a kid and what you imagined your life would look like when you were an adult? I always used to say that I wanted to be married by the time I was 25, own a home and have a ridiculous number of dogs.
One, two, skip a few and I am recently single after a 10-year relationship; turning 32 in a month's time and living in a share house in Melbourne's inner north.
It's fair to say that my "plan" did not exactly come to fruition. (Aside from my adorable dog, Tuco.)
Now – what was your reaction to the earlier paragraph? Was it that of sadness, contempt or even despair? Because my life does not look the way it is supposed to?
Enter, the White Picket Fence theory.
The White Picket Fence theory is something I was discussing with my housemate over a wine in our backyard one night.
As two women in their early 30s, both of whom are not homeowners, aren't married, don't have stable careers and aren't sure if they want to have children, there's a sense of sadness and "oh don't worry, you'll get there" from others around us who seem to "have it together", especially those who own their homes in the outer suburbs.
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There is a feeling of not being able to be "placed" by someone who is living their White Picket Fence life. Like the way I live my life is so foreign, it is hard to understand who I am, that I am weird, or something is wrong with my life.