I’m trying to think back to my 18th birthday. Was there a pinata? I hope so.
I’ve never been one to have my life planned out year by year. There was never the plan that I’d finish college (at all, let alone by a certain age), be engaged by 28, married by… what is it, 30? Pregnant or something or other by 32. No. My brain has never worked that way.
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