Pre-pandemic I lived in the city, had a badly paying job in the arts, sublet an attic and spent my time faffing about doing fun stuff with my gorgeous friends. But I never had much money, my mental health was a bit squiffy (lots of highs and lows) and my romantic relationships always ended in disaster.
So post-pandemic I moved away, got a well-paying job, a nice boyfriend who wants to settle down and have children and I don’t have the highs and lows any more.
But I find myself, at 34, torn between wanting what everyone else has (the kids and house) and being incredibly bored and desperately wanting to
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