I truly thought by 30 I’d have a husband and at least one kid on the way. I don’t even know where or when I decided that, but it felt non-negotiable. Like a silent contract I signed with myself.

By 33? I assumed I’d be deep in young mom life.

Instead I’m 33, single, moving into a new home alone… and somehow I feel younger than I did at 28. MUCH.

That’s the plot twist…