I'm still living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed. I have no place of my own, no mortgage, no shed. I've never put up a set of shelves, nor laid a carpet. Can't cook, don't cook. No girlfriend, no fiancé, no wife. Haven't left Europe yet, haven't pushed myself out of my comfort zone in any meaningful way. I just sit and make plans. Plans for the next week, for the weekends of the next few months, the five year plan... always planning - putting off 'til tomorrow what I want to do today, but can't afford.
