My 20s were pretty damned BORING. See: hate.change.
Of course, I don't really put a lot of stock in numbers. It's just...there's been a whole helluva lot of drama these past few weeks. It seems like the cherry. And while I like cherries...I'm gonna be 30. No need for cherries. Except that they are in season and now in my new pottery bowl! (Also? My mom had me at 30. Not planning on being a mom, it's just...weird. Like 23 was weird cause that's when she got married.)
Kristin, you've taken an amazing leap, a scary one, and one that hey, worth it. So, go you. Also? I hold teachers in much higher esteem than my crappy job. I still make more than mom, and that's just appalling. What she does, after much longer than I've been employed, is so much more important.