Tuesday, April 10th, 2012
Love came to me unexpectedly and I guess, by some standards, at age 29, rather late, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. For me, everything had aligned perfectly over the years to lead me to this one person who’d I’d been waiting for all along (I fully understand if you all need to take a moment to puke here, I almost do myself). My early twenties were a minefield of dating disasters – each one worse than the last and I’m grateful I never took any of them too seriously. When I see young couples now, 20 years old making plans to buy houses and settle down, I can’t be the only one thinking, ‘whoa! Slow down!’, can I?