I turned 29 on Thursday. The number feels unreal to me. I find it hard to conceptualize that I’m old as I am. Not that I’m old, but you know, the number feels more adult than I feel myself. I’m close to the age my parents had me. Which, in of itself, feels as some sort of milestone.
The Roaring 20s
The Roaring 20s
The Roaring 20s
I turned 29 on Thursday. The number feels unreal to me. I find it hard to conceptualize that I’m old as I am. Not that I’m old, but you know, the number feels more adult than I feel myself. I’m close to the age my parents had me. Which, in of itself, feels as some sort of milestone.