Marianne Mancusi Beach, GalTime.com
My mom got married at twenty-three, bought a house at twenty-five and had her first child (me!) at the ripe old age of twenty-seven. (Which meant, time to give up the old nine-to-five for good.)
At twenty-seven, I was still dating, still working, still living in a rented apartment, and not even close to being ready for a kid. In fact, it took until age of thirty-six for me to marry Mr. Right, purchase a house and start trying for little ones. In the meantime, I worked my way up the ladder and became a national television producer in New York City and fulfilled my lifelong dream of publishing novels for teens
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Both Mom and I had many of the same goals: marriage, house, kids. I just took a little longer in getting there--and sought other more immediate pleasures along the way. Building a career, traveling, socializing with friends, and, of course, a fair share of bar hopping, too.
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