Being 27 in London is like 22 everywhere else. There’s still no rush to settle and get married, be top of your career or think about babies. In London, everything’s slower…even though the speed of living is ACTUALLY faster. Crazy right?!
I mean I love growing. I love meeting new people, building new friendships and learning new things. I’ve made some awesome friends this year, and kept up friendships with some of my favourites. I’ve even got to better know people I’d have once called acquaintances. It really has been such a good few months already.
I just fear the future.
So for now, I’m just going to keep carrying on as I am. In my little 22 year old brain. Living it. Enjoying it. Making it. Pretending. Just like I think many others do.
Happy Birthday to me.
How do you feel about growing up?