At age 29, there are times I feel left out when I hear of yet another friend getting married, or buying their first home, or having kids (or more kids). To make myself feel better, I remind myself that I chose the graduate-education-and-career-advancement route, so naturally I’m several years behind society’s typical middle class milestones. But still, there are days I feel down.
Then Easter comes, and makes me feel so much better!
Do you think if I was married with two kids and a house in the suburbs, my mom would still get me an Easter basket? HELL, NO!