I thought that 25 was going to be an age where I had my shit together and I was then going to head into the summer of my life with a solid foundation below my feet. They made us create these lists in 10th grade that were for 10 years down the road, and imagined that that foundation was meant to be something like this
-Be a college graduate with a super fancy degree
-Have a job that utilizes that fancy degree
-Either be married or on the verge of marriage
-Have my own place with my husband/almost fiancé and a dog (duh)
-Be a world traveler
-Be stable, secure, and happy
Well hot damn. As far as that list goes,Read More »