When I was a kid, I imagined what might be like at 30. That was the definition of an adult age in my mind, because that was the age my Dad was when I was born. I was a very analytical kid, and I thought that having a child was a very obvious stage of adulthood. So for me, 30 was the definition of being an adult. I looked at my Dad and thought, “What did he have at 30?” He was married, owned a house, had a job, bought a car, and had a kid. So where am I on my adult-o-meter? Well, I’m … [Read more...]