Keep Calm, we’re going to Ibiza

Nothing says ‘settling into adulthood responsibilities’ like packing a suitcase full of glitter and running away to Ibiza for four days. But when you’re a 20 something in the midst of career and relationship chaos, any opportunity for spontaneous sunshine is welcomed with Gypsy Shrine decorated open arms (that’s unicorn and mermaid inspired body glitter, obviously].

As picturesque as life is in your 20’s (hoovering Oreo crumbs out of the carpet and surviving the 192 commute), it’s a relief to know the overwhelming sense of wanting to get away all the time is a normal stage in the Quarter Life Crisis. I wasn’t pleased to learn there are at least four other stages of mayhem to battle through (click here for the New Scientist explanation of the different stages of the Quarter Life Crisis)

From moving cities, travelling the world or opting for the more financially viable ‘fuck it, book it and go holiday’ (my personal favourite), many post Quarter Life Crisis survivors talk of making impulse decisions as a way of finding direction or ‘getting out’ of the autopilot.

Sitting on a quiet beach, cocktails in hand and using the apartment mattress as a gigantic balcony cushion were four of the most relaxing days I’ve had in a long time (says the woman who spends a large proportion of normal life napping). But any life guru will tell you, you can’t run away forever.

I learned that lesson one evening when I stepped out of the bathroom and slipped head over arse on the tiled floor. The hoover and the 192 didn’t follow me to Ibiza (thankfully) but my clumsy feet did!