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At 27 I was married a year, I was working hard, but hadn't advanced much yet. We were both working and had a respectable dual income with no kids, so we had a higher standard of living. Went out to dinner a lot. Hadn't bought a house yet, and were still driving an old car. We went on nice vacations, but nothing exotic. Went for hikes on the weekends and got together frequently with friends. Went to bars for happy hours after work less and less. Often, at the end of a weekend we would be grumpy because we would feel like we hadn't done anything that weekend. So we tried to either fill our weekends with fun stuff or try to accomplish something. (Now our weekends have never ending lists of stuff to do, so we never feel that way.)
Basically it was a transition period. Starting to be grown up, but not with the kids and house yet.
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