Wow. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I came back from travelling. And four years since I graduated. And nine years since I left high school.
If similar statements often cross your mind, leaving you reeling at the fact that so much time has slipped through your fingers, then (like me) you might be suffering from a bit of nostalgia. And if your memories are bittersweet, tinged with a little sting of pain, you’re not alone.
In a matter of months, lives across the world have changed beyond recognition. There’s no need for me to go into detail about the impact this has had on people – especially those who have been unfortunate enough to lose loved ones. It’s agonising to try and comprehend.
That’s the age you should have settled down with a partner. In a house, with a shared mortgage. You should have given each other a wedding ring. And you should be awaiting the birth of your first child.
If you’ve read any of my recent blog posts or follow me on social media, I’m sure you’ll be well aware that I spent the first four months of the year in Australia and New Zealand. It really was the best experience of my life for countless reasons, one of which being that I had the breathing space and time to learn lots about myself.