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The times, they are a changing

As soon as I uttered the words "Ibiza with a bunch of 24 year olds? Why not!" it seems that my London family set about pointing out exactly why I shouldn't be going. Of course, they didn't know that they were, god love them. 

It all began last night when I went for cocktails at the top of the Gherkin, where I agreed to a hens party in Devon ("why not!" seems to be a pretty popular refrain with me right now), then proceeded to get wildly drunk while catching up with some travel buddies from South America and agreed that a four day bender in Ibiza  was a brilliant idea (I'm still standing by this for now).

Cut to lunch today with my fabulous London family. My recently engaged mate heralds us with the news of their pregnancy - brilliant, exciting news which had me squealing - but boy, I did not see that coming. Two of my other mates rock up having purchased their first home. A visiting mate from up North admits that they're not not trying to have kids, and it's looking a lot like true love for one of the (until recently) remaining singles. All of this over burgers and salt & pepper squid.

Yep, the inevitable has occurred. For so long I've lived in London in a bubble of escapism - pretending that I don't have to grow up. But the bubble is looking like it might burst pretty soon. And that may not be a bad thing.

But in the meantime, the CG and I agree that we should continue making the most of our commitment-free London life. In fact, that we should probably ramp up our appreciation of our carefree lifestyle. So here's to our new (old) life...for now.