Making The Most Out Of Your Last Summer In Your 20s

And maybe, it's not what you think...

There comes a time every twenty-something has to face: the iceberg of 29

It’s that strange dipping point.

Standing on the edge of something unknown between a phase where you finally feel like you’ve started to figure yourself out, but at the same time, there’s the impending doom of becoming someone new once the two is replaced with a three.

Being on the cusp of Millennials and Gen Z, twenty-nine-year-olds in 2025 are no strangers to the dramatics…

Raised on the unfiltered chaos of Jersey Shore, the reckless abandon of Skins, and those early 2000s movies that constantly reinforced the message to “make the most of every moment.” No wonder the last summer in your twenties feels less like the edge of a new chapter and more like the last rodeo.

So… how can you make the most of it?

29 is the sweet spot where you’re young enough to still make reckless choices, but wise enough to know which ones are worth it.” That balances hope with nostalgia.

I want to tell you to dance on tables in St Tropez

Pop bottles on strangers’ tables in Mykonos

Island hop on a yacht along the Greek Cyclades

And be fed a lobster roll in a bougie restaurant in LA

But in reality, you don’t need to force yourself to make your last summer in your twenties something extraordinary - because being a person who is 29, turning 30 is just as remarkable as someone who is 20 turning 21.

There is no rush to fit everything in because you can’t be the same person you were before the clock strikes midnight on your birthday.

Your favourite cup of coffee will still taste the same.

The same clothes you wore the day before you turned 30 will still fit you.

The air on your morning walk will still feel the same.

And St Tropez and Mykonos will still welcome you at 30.

I know, the suspense, the expectation of a heavily curated advice piece which I’m sure is a dime a dozen on Substack. But I’m not going to give you a 10-step guide on how to live your life, or tell you what I think you should do.

Instead, I’m here also as a 29-year-old, to tell you not to rush, not to panic, because nothing will change… unless you want it to.