I had zero plan beyond "live on my own, away from my parents, and try to sustain that." The churches I went to as a kid emphasized getting married as soon as you're old enough and having a ton of kids, so I did the opposite and was a feral stoner nerd/wook for a decade and a half. One day I was doing a hungover stumble from my apartment back to my car and saw a guy my own age playing with his small daughter at the playground. She'd fallen off the swing and he was hugging her until she stopped crying. I still can't fully describe the feeling I had there, but I shrugged it off immediately as "that ship sailed. I'll just dedicate myself to hobbies and non-serious relationships."

Now I'm married, have a kid, and live in a house. Life's weird.