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	<title>Comments on: What I Learned In My 20&#8242;s: The Transition Years</title>
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		<title>By: I Am an Independent Woman, Right? &#124; After the Alter</title>
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		<description>[...] RSS feed for updates on this topic.Powered by WP Greet Box WordPress PluginWhen I graduated from college, I never had the opportunity to move back home and save money like most of my friends did. My [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Holy Moly I&#8217;m 30 Today! &#124; After the Alter</title>
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		<description>[...] wrote a post as an Ode to my 20&#8217;s last June. I called them my transition years, because I did a lot of growing up during those [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Queen Of Relationships</title>
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		<description>My 20&#039;s sucked some serious dooky. There were small moments when I had a blast but I would be lying if I told you I was sober. My 20&#039;s consisted of way too much alcohol, bad boyfriends and a poo relationship with my parents. My parents were so strict on me growing up, that when I finally made it out into the real world..I had no idea how to handle it or which way to go. I was completely lost. I couldn&#039;t balance anything. The parents had never let me make my own mistakes. Well, from 18-26..I made up for all the mistakes I could have made. All I can think about..when I think about my 20&#039;s is being lost, lonely and confused. It took me almost ten years to finally figure out who the hell I was and sometimes I&#039;m still not so sure. I honestly welcome thirty like it was an old friend. I was so glad to see my 20&#039;s go. Hell, my boobs might be droopier and I&#039;ve got a few crow&#039;s feet but it sure beats the hell out of being 21.</description>
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