What happened? in Thirty Nothing

Growing up, I always imagined that by the time I was 35, my life would be as was engrained on me by my mother. I would have finished college, (where I would have met the love of my life), married, own a home with little miniature versions of ourselves running around it causing chaos, much like I did as a child. I’d probably be a a third grade teacher. The perfect suburban life.

So when did it go to shit? How have I let myself veer so off course? Is that still what I want? How do I get there from here?

I don’t know.