Being in your 20s can feel isolating, like you’re being left behind while everyone around you flourishes. But at what point do those comparisons start to suck all the enjoyment out of life? And at what point will we realise it’s something we’re all experiencing?
Nothing changes your perception of where you’re from than moving somewhere else. And when the place you move to has that unity and pride, that togetherness that was missing from the place you left, why would you ever want to return home?
