The First Year I Never Imagined

Twenty-five was a weird birthday for me. I guess, for a lot of people my age, 25 symbolizes the beginning of “adulthood” in a true sense. There’s a pervasive vibe that, at 25, you should start really getting your shit together. You’re no longer “too young” to need to worry about things like retirement or what you really want to Do with Your Life. You’re no longer young enough to raise an eyebrow, let alone shock anyone, with a pregnancy or engagement announcement. You’re allowed to rent cars all by yourself. You are a Grown-Up. Read more