In December I turn 29. That means I'm actually nearing the end of my so-called "emerging adulthood." I grew up with this sense of life as a series of phase changes: baby to kid, kid to teenager, teenager to adult, and with certain X-Men, adult to liquid adult. But so far, none of those has happened! As I approach 30, I'm reminded of when I realized I wasn't going to get any taller--if adulthood was going to emerge, it would have emerged by now. Emergency! Well, maybe Sarah and I will just have a baby--that'll solve my developmental crisis! Babies solve everything, I hear.