By age 22, my mom had already married my father and just given birth to my oldest brother. They were renting their first place which my dad claims he fixed up to lower their rent. A few years later, my brother Corey was born and a short 3 years later, I arrived. We all got just about everything we wished for for Christmas, and we had more toys than I can even fathom at this point. My parents helped me clean my room (for far too long may I add) and I had yummy food and play dates and other stupid kid stuff. They bought their house in my hometown when I was five where we had two cars and a Barbie convertible and enough remote control monster trucks to start a club.
I'm now 22. I have zero plans of having children, but id happily adopt another kitty. I am happy when my account doesn't hit the negative in between my bi-weekly pay. I just bought my first sofa, and I've never felt more adult. Brandon and I rented a too expensive fancy apartment in the heart of Providence because it was close enough for us to get to our jobs without a car. We're buying our first car this weekend, and we just opened a joint account after 6 years of dating just so we can pay our bills. I can't imagine raising a child in between all of this. It's absurd to think about to me - its as if someone were giving me instructions in Thai. I'm watching people around me get married, have children, buy houses and I'm just like, "guys, I bought a freaking sofa!"