The adult who never grew up

It’s a dis­turb­ing thought, and so I would never admit it to just any­one — only to you, very late on a Fri­day night when there’s no one around — but some­times I find myself want­ing a life with a few more of the trap­pings of cosy domest­icity and adult respons­ib­il­ity. Maybe I want to wash the car on Sundays (if I had a car, of course) and sit mulling over insur­ance policies (if I had any insur­ance to speak of), before invit­ing the neigh­bours and exten­ded fam­ily round for a barbe­que. Odd.

I guess it’s all about find­ing … secur­ity? A place in life?