2. No Longer Being Able To Blame Your Decisions On Being In Your Early Twenties
Once you were young and compulsive and spontaneous. Driving with a friend to see another friend in your battered car some 200 miles across the country on a Wednesday night once seemed a great idea (not so great when the car broke down and you had to call for help, but it was a fun story to tell, right?) But now, a midweek jaunt just isn't feasible: who will feed the hamster in the morning? Who will open the curtains so it looks like someone is at home? Where will you sleep if you're going somewhere overnight without planning ahead? YOU NEED YOUR BED, IT'S VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU. Life gets real when you're 25. No more fun and no more games. Only responsibility, planning weeks in advance, and considering opting in for a pension scheme at work.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
