Married life, post-college, pre-babies, in the last year of your twenties. What the hell is that supposed to look like? I’m trying to figure it all out, and I know I’m not the only one. You’re not really a newlywed anymore, yet you’re not quite ready for kids. That doesn’t mean you aren’t getting the baby pressure, along with the, “is that a baby bump or did she overdo it with the sushi?” looks. You may also be getting asked why you don’t have a full time job in your field yet, or why you’re nearly thirty and don’t own a house. It’s a weird time. I’m kind of excited to use it as a time to tie up some personal loose ends before the big F word (family), and maybe push myself outside of the comfort zone box. I’m in a unique situation, living way out of my comfort zone anyways, so might as well dive in, right? Let’s figure out this bizarro phase together and really enjoy it, because there’s plenty of time to be old, bitter, sleepless, and boring in the near future.