I Thought I Would be Married With Kids At 30. I’m Now 36 And Single
Is it as depressing as it sounds?
Okay, but it’s not as depressing as it sounds.
I’m actually loving my life, and I can’t imagine my life if I would have a 6 year old now.
Do I say this with bitterness?
Not at all.
I distinctively remember being 25 and sitting at a bar with my girlfriends, pondering my future. This was when I still believed the “correct” way to do life is good school -> good job -> marriage -> home ownership -> parenthood. This is what growing up in and Asian household in America has instilled in me, and up until then, I never thought to question it.
Anyway, back to my future planning.
My parents had me when they were 27. I had thought maybe by 25 I would have had a stable relationship, someone I’d want to build a family with. But, times are different now, so perhaps it’s fine that I don’t. But, I still have time. Let’s say by 30 I would have my first kid. A bit late but not too bad.
And that means I still five years to find someone, get married, and have a kid. Seems doable.
Five years is a long time. A lot could happen.
