I'm pretty sure something weirdly chemical happens in a woman's body around 27-30 years of age. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I'm sure there is some
scientific fact out there about the sudden urge to move on with your life in ways you never pondered before. For example, I suddenly want to own a home. Why?
I can't afford to buy a home (at least not out right) and I especially don't need a home for myself and the manfriend. Perhaps my collection of beautiful things
(aka pretty clutter) need more space? Or perhaps its just my never ceasing urge to redecorate or have a craft room all to myself? I think the DayQuil I've been
on all week has finally gotten the best of me. Welcome to my journey of getting older.
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