There’s a bit of a misconception on what relationships should be like when we’re young. We tend to get so caught up in love with each other and so impatient with wanting to start our lives with our significant other that we start treating our relationship like a marriage. We hold expectations,

If, like me, you're in your late 20s and use Instagram or Facebook, you will no doubt have scrolled through a news feed full of photos of former classmates getting married, having children, and doing other things that are expected of you as a functioning member of society who has their shit

"Does it ever make you self-conscious that you're the 'old lady' hanging out with all those kids?"A friend asked me this a few weeks ago when I was telling her about the unexpected ways my life had panned out in Hong Kong. At the time I laughed it off, offering some quip about how I've always been

Twenty-six. That's how old I was when I had my son. It hardly falls under the umbrella of the teen years, but, in my middle-class suburban community the mid-20s are essentially the extended part of adolescence that in no way comes close to touching adulthood. I might as well have been 16 and

About a month ago (well, like 45 days ago, but who’s counting?) I turned 27. Opinions range as to whether or not that places me in the end of my mid-twenties or in the beginning of my late twenties, but suffice it to say, I can physically not longer eat pizza for lunch every day or stay out till 4