London is the love of my life. Our magnificent capital has been my happy home for 29 years. But every day my heart sinks a little lower, as I watch more flash developments slowly devour the city's vibrancy, diversity and soul. Billboards advertising "luxury flats coming soon" may as well read "your time is up, millennials!" The cost of living here is spiralling out of control, and the burden is becoming too much for the young to bear.
Part of the reason that young men are still living 'at home' is economic. We have grown up against the backdrop of a severe recession that has robbed us of the cheap credit and plentiful homes that were available to the men that came before us. Our earning potential and job security has also been diminished - making the big move more unlikely than it was for previous generations. The economy has not been kind to the Boomerang Boys.
So, late-launching millennial, you've found yourself moving back into a time warp of retro music posters, loudly coloured walls, furry furniture and an unacceptable single bed. You're either: part of a new crop of graduates, a time biding naval gazer or a career starter putting some money in the kitty for the future.