I keep wondering when everyone started growing up without me. When my friends starting talking about having children and getting married, it seems shocking to me. I have these huge dreams of doing so much; getting married feels like the end dream, the last hurrah, if I'm lucky. I want so much more than this little town with a husband and kids and basketball games and tacky vans and cold winters and the same thing over and over and over again. I want adventure and life and growth and excitement and freedom.