“All” my friends are buying houses and having babies and I’m like… well I’m so happy for them!
Receiving their cheerful news fills me with joy. They wanted a house and got one? Awesome! They wished for a child of their own and got one? Amazing! They sacrificed everything for their next career move? Good on them!
Sure, I reflect on my own life. Childless. Somewhat homeless. In between jobs and starting new studies. But that was my choice. I can either feel sorry for myself for not being “where I should be” at my age or be happy that I and the people around me are making dreams come true. I can either resent my friends for “leaving me and the lifestyle” I still adopt or be happy that I and the people I love are independent and able/willing to listen to our hearts.
Yes, “all” my friends are building family homes or settling in some way and I’m like… living in backpacks hesitating about adopting a dog or even buying a plant. But I don’t get the hype of complaining about this, or turning it into a supposedly funny meme. It’s happy people living their happy lives each in their own way. And it’s friends loving friends and what they achieve. Period.