A Love Letter to Twentysomethings Everywhere

These days, I hear postcollege friends wishing their way through their twenties, hoping for better days. Relationships are a burden, work is a burden, finances are a burden—everything is a burden. The thought seems to be that if they can just get to their thirties, they'll have everything figured out and can finally feel like successful adults. But that's an illusion, as anyone who is in or has already passed through their thirties knows. We don't grow up because we hit some chronological a...