Today brought a realization. I'm the last of my friends to remain single and without offspring. Some of my mates would give anything to roll but are married with familial obligations, or divorced and in the financial vortex as a result.
I'm 35 and still going strong. The world is my oyster, but this road gets lonely at times. The further down it you go, the more distant you'll become to those that chose matrimony, your nucleus family, and even the life you may have lived previous.
My question is: How many of your friends are still traveling with you? Do you ever feel the burden of solitude? Or worse, ever get the notion to drop the pack and settle?
I'm 35 and still going strong. The world is my oyster, but this road gets lonely at times. The further down it you go, the more distant you'll become to those that chose matrimony, your nucleus family, and even the life you may have lived previous.
My question is: How many of your friends are still traveling with you? Do you ever feel the burden of solitude? Or worse, ever get the notion to drop the pack and settle?