Flat

I bought my flat when I was 29. I'll be 46 next week. When I moved in I didn't for a minute expect to be here this long. I thought after a few years I'd meet someone, buy somewhere bigger with them, settle down, maybe have kids if I was lucky. You know, what people do. But none of that happened, and here I am. Not feeling remotely sorry for myself, you understand – I know how incredibly fortunate I am to have a place of my own, wonderful friends and a job I love. Just indulging in some pre-birthday navel-gazing, and thinking I should really get a less temporary looking nameplate for my front door... ;-)