I was in my first job after uni. I started off living back with my parents and then I was embarrassed about that so I bought a new build, but not new new flat. It had wallpaper borders in every room and the walls were lilac and mint. I didn't want the flat, but I thought it was something I ought to do because living with my parents was childish. I didn't know that people still socialised after their student years because I had heard that people always made their best friends at university.
I bought a 14 inch portable tv and there were only 4 channels then. Weekends were very long and I didn't like watching sport so it felt like there was never anything on. I was very lonely and I had radio 4 on all the time. I lived on pasta pesto with no protein at all. I bought brightly coloured acrylic salt and pepper mills and a matching storage canister. Those were the only things I bought for the flat.
There was a swimming pool in town but I didn't think of going there.
My employers wanted people to do permanent backshift and I couldn't understand why nobody wanted to do it so I volunteered and it was every weekend and 3 days in the week. The highlight of my week was Sunday morning when I would walk to a shop and buy the Sunday Times and spread it out on the floor and read all the supplements.
My best friend from uni lived 15 minutes away and we would write letters to each other every few months, even though email existed. We never thought to meet up. I had a computer and I used it to look up directions to random cities on Microsoft Autoroute and print them off.
I had a brand new car but I just went to work and back in it. Never went on a trip or day out. I didn't have any hobbies.
I never considered I was on the property ladder even though I had the flat. I thought I would have to stay in the flat forever. I ended up selling the flat because I thought I wasn't cut out for it and I didn't buy another property until I was in my forties. I didnt change one thing in the flat. Sold it with the borders intact. I never made it my own. I left the job too.
The year of being 24-25 changed my life and not in a good way. I don't think I will ever recover from it. I had everything a car, a flat and a job but it was horrible. I sometimes think things might have been different if I had had someone to look out for me and give me a biy of guidance on life after uni. Nobody should need that, of course, but I'm ashamed to say I did.