Growing Up?

Today two of my dearest friends and former housemates had a baby boy, their second and a little brother for Miss Indi.

As the happy glow of receiving the announcement text wore off, I started thinking about how much changes in such a short amount of time.  To me it seems like only yesterday that my housemates and I were partying hard in London, watching porn and doing lines of the coffee table on a Sunday afternoon.  The amount of Jack Daniels consumption on weekends led to the investment of a JD coloured carpet. 

Now, two are engaged, with a house and 2 kids, another just got married last week, another is married with a baby on the way, another two have been together in a grown-up relationship for nearly two years. 

And me... well.  I'm still trying to figure out what the hell I am doing with my life.

Still single, still zero idea what I want to do with myself and still not done having adventures.  Are we supposed to have it all figured out by 26?  

Should I be wanting a relationship and a mortgage and children of my own yet?  I know my mother is slightly distressed that her only child has no inclination to produce grandchildren any time soon.   My father is trying to get me to buy property.  But I'm still a bit "meh".  I could spend half my wage each week on a mortgage, or I could go on lush holidays accompanied by Mimco handbags, Ray Ban sunnies and Jimmy Choo's, and drown myself in French Martini's. 

Subconsciously, maybe my reluctance to grow up properly is a defence mechanism against another heartbreak like the last.  Alternatively, it's highly possible that I'm just a selfish being who doesn't want to let anyone into my own little world.

Either way, I welcome Master Charlie into the world and wish him luck