The Last Blog of My Twenties

It's comical how I used to think 30 was the ultimate "grown" age. I thought 30-year-olds were parents, they owned houses, and they had their careers figured out. I  thought worldly stability arrived just like that, as the clock hands turned and the calendars changed. It's funny now, honestly. The people who managed to get … Continue reading The Last Blog of My Twenties