I am 25 and have had a flat now for 3 months.
After a few long years of being incredibly frustrated that I was comfortably in my early 20s and yet to have a place of my own, 25 now seems fine.
Something I hadn’t anticipated in getting my own place (with a friend), is that – with the wide expanse of time in front of you – you are left contemplating what kind of person you are now. Now that you are “adulting” in a space of your own, a mirror is held up.
Who are you and who is this person who is starting “the true adult life”?
Living with one other person, someone you know at that, is an additional factor in making you question how people close to you are perceiving you. I have friendships that span 14 years and others that are only a few years old. And walking between the two is sometimes like walking a tightrope.
I’ve been thinking about what animal would embody me if I had a movie made of my life. And I settled on a lion pretty quickly.
In terms of having the breathing space now to reflect on who I am and what I’ve been providing my friends with, I think it’s time the dancing lion had a break.
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