I realised recently that I’ve:
- lived in our current house for five years, which is longer than I’ve lived anywhere since I left my parents’ house (previous record: two years and two months in a shared flat in Glasgow during my PhD);
- been in my current job for almost four years, which is longer than I’ve had any other job (previous record: three years and four months as a postdoc in a different department in the same building);
- been with Mr E Man for over eight years, which is longer than any of my other romantic relationships (previous record: two and a half years, but that was an outlier).
Am I… a grownup, now, then?