What was your life like when you were 24?

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The title says it all. Were you living with your parents still? What was your job like? What did your social life consist of?

Single with my first decent job. Used the money I was earning to travel the world. I went away literally every single day I wasn’t at work. Long haul trips during holiday periods and numerous 2 day breaks abroad at weekends. There were a lot of extremely cheap travel options at the time.

When I turned 24, I’d not long been back in England having done (yet another!) season in NZ.
I was living with my now-husband/then-boyfriend. His business was going well and I had started working part time doing the paperwork alongside my actual job as a sales rep for a feed merchant.
We bought out DHs family member from the business and DH made me a partner just after we got engaged a few months before I turned 25, and we started spending loads of money expanding the business quite rapidly.
We then married a few months after that, although I’d just turned 25 by then. We’ve now been married 6 years 😊
Social life that year was mostly a lot of hen dos and weddings as I recall. But also pub on a weekend, going to the rugby whenever we could and mini breaks whenever we had time!

I do not remember at all. I do remember my 21st birthday because I have a photo! Did not have many friends as we had kept moving - either because of dad's job or just getting a bigger house as the family grew. Yes I was still at home then. I reckon I was unemployed then/ Between around 21 and say 40 is a big gap in my memory!

I was happily single and living in a shabby rented house share in London with two friends. There was a lot of going oit to pubs ad clubs, I was developing a gang of friends in my job, many of whom I am still close today. We were taking advantage of the cheap flight boom to do city breaks. I didn't earn a huge amount but enough to pay my bills and have fun. Looking back it was a great time.

I was in my second year of law school for the first bit and then started my training contract after 6 months. I was living at home for the first bit but spending most weekends at RAF Lyneham with my (now) husband, then boyfriend.
We then bought a flat in London with a 15k inheritance and a guarantor mortgage (230k).
Socialised all around London - spent way too much on going out but was having the time of my life, earning actually pretty good money as a trainee solicitor. No extra debt because no uni fees and my law firm paid for my legal studies.

DD was 5, I'd been married to DH for 2 years and we were living together away from all our family, I'd just been promoted at work to a role I loved and was learning to drive. A brilliant year, I miss it.

I was in a flat share in London with an exciting job. “Home” was 500 miles from London so I was forced to flat share to be there despite the fact it REALLY stretched me financially and the flats I could afford weren’t great.
I loved having flatmates to chill with at the weekends but most of my social life was either after work drinks or through a sports club. We trained week nights but I remember forcing myself to suggest films at the cinema, picnics etc at the weekends.
I remember signing up to a couple of big charity events with a group of acquaintances and some months weekends were about training for them.

I moved to another part of UK to live with my bf (now dh of 17 years). Had finished my degree and was working but just about to start a masters.

Shit. I was still living at home and my Dad died. I had an awful job in a call centre and my boss was a bitch. When I told her he'd died she asked me would I be in the next day as they were short staffed and told me it would do me good to go to work. I was signed off for a month and a couple of month later accused me of stealing which I think was because I stood up to her. As well as that DP and I split up. We soon got back together and are married but it was just one more thing to add to a shit year.

Sold flat I’d bought on one salary to buy a house with the man I married shortly after my 24th birthday. Got a promotion and company car. No social life apart from sisters.
so different to my own DDs.

Single, first grown up job out of uni, living in London, and finally earning a good wage. I had a relatively good social circle and travelled quite a bit. A few flings that went nowhere, but that suited me.

Living in a cute, rented cottage with DP (now DH). Studying for a PhD but had just been told my Dad was dying from terminal cancer so I just kinda....stopped studying, and never finished. DP and I were like ships in the night. He was working very long hours building his business and I spent most of my time at my parent's helping care for my Dad (we nursed him at home until the end).

My Dad died 3 weeks after my 25th birthday. I don't really like to think about that year, at all.

I spent most of it in lockdown! Ha. I wasn’t living with my boyfriend then (now DH). We travelled to a few countries that year together, amazing.

Better than it is now.

I was with exh, ds was 2. I had friends, we were loaded. I never worried about money. No health issues Lived in a lovely area. The next year, I traveled the world with ds and sometimes exh for two years.

I’m 45 now and life is very different. I’d love to go back.

I remember feeling really sad I didn't have a boyfriend, which is ridiculous because, looking back, it was the best time of my life. I lived in a house share with 2 great flatmates. I had disposable income, few responsibilities and it was the 90's so society and the economy hadn't gone completely to shit. Good days ☺️

I was married and expecting our 3rd child.

DS is a bit down he's never had a girlfriend

I was in the military since I was 18 (nothing to do with parental relationships - I had the best parents). I loved my job and had a ball. Met my husband (now of 48 years this year - yes I am old :)) and left the military to work in civvy street. I've had a wonderful life and, although we have had heartbreak during that time, I wouldn't change a thing.

Discovered XH was having an affair, lost my pregnancy after the discovery, moved back in with parents, met XH no.2, bought a flat and let him move in. All in one year, aged 24.

Horrible, found out I had endometriosis back in 1994, fortunately the treatment at the time worked.

My daughter at 21 was also diagnosed with endometriosis and to be honest the treatments and research hasn’t evolved that much. At the age of 27 and trying every treatment imaginable she’d had enough and ended up having a hysterectomy to stop the constant bleeding, really sad.

At 24 I was married with 3 children! DH was self employed and I was a stay at home Mum (didn't have a career before kids, I was a barmaid when I got pregnant at 20), we got quite a lot of tax credits and housing benefit, but we definitely felt poor.
Social life was visiting family.

Yeah same, I'd had her before I turned 25.
Glad it's not just me, was starting to feel very out of place here!

Single but casually dating for most of that year—met DH that autumn. Lived in a shitty little flat in a nice area of the city—my old building has since been gentrified. Worked 7 days a week to keep my head above water—5 at my job, and 2 at a pub.

Living the life of Reilly. I bought a little one bed flat on the seafront, so I could go to sleep listening to the waves crashing on the beach. I was single and working as airline cabin crew, longhaul, so my life was all about lying on Caribbean beaches, shopping in NY, and going on safaris in Africa.

In between trips I spent my time socialising with my friends, boozy lunches and clubbing. Zero responsibilities or stress. It was the days of cheap mortgages and disposable income - I took flying lessons, because I fancied it, and saved up all my leave in order to go backpacking in far flung places.

At the time I felt it was all a bit too decadent, and I hankered after a more meaningful career and lifestyle, which I eventually pursued. Now, I look back on those days as the absolute best.

Lived at home and drank a lot, had a shotty call centre job and we used to go out at least 4 ti es a week. Then I met the love of my life (I thought) and he dumped me and I got way wilder for a time.