In mid-January, I found out that the store I had worked in for the last fourteen years was having to close after the landlord wasn't willing to renegotiate a new lease from May this year. It was defiantly a shock to be told that news on a conference call with the rest of the store team and a few people from head office. As we were on furlough from work and not seeing each other daily, it took a few months for the news to sink in. There were initial hopes of reopening the store from April 12 for a closing down sale before closing down the store and sending the stock and anything else to the head office.

As you can see from the title, this is part two of a post that I wrote in January of this year. If you haven't read that one or you would like a refresher of what I talked about, you can head on over here to read that one. Over the past few weeks since publishing that post, I have had additional thoughts about the subject of making friends as an adult, that I wanted to voice.

This post started as notes on my phone after chatting with a friend on Instagram back in June 2020. She'd posed the question on her stories a few days earlier about feeling the pressure to buy a home as an adult, instead of renting a place.

I replied with "It's what society expects; marriage, kids and a mortgage, although not necessarily in that order." And when she agreed I added, "So if we don't have one or any we feel like we're failing. Even though we're not."