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so, nearing thirty (ok, in like three years), i have to wonder if i am on the 'right' track or not. is my apartment 'adult' enough (and not in the dirty way). is there are certain level one achieves at thirty? and how is this level determined? have i missed my window of opportunity to be a fully functional adult with savings and bonds and a 401k (well i have the 401k - thanks work!)?
i suppose i have a career (weird), i am married (weird), about to have a kid (weird). hm. i have to admit, i never really equated those things with adulthood. having money maybe. and a house. ha. those material goods are far away, i think. max sometimes asks me if i regret not marrying rich. i tell him every single day of my life. kidding. really. maybe.
eh, if there is some specific level, i am probably not there. which is ok. i have everything i really need, and then some. a savings account would be nice.
as a side note, i hate paris hilton alot.