In two weeks I will be a college grad, off to an internship, and fighting to find a job. In three weeks I will no longer be a home owner. The other day I realized I’m living my early twenties all over again, except this time I have two kids and I’m clearly not twenty. Not that I’m entirely depressed about it, I do realize all that I’ve done and that I’m continually moving forward with life. It’s just that all the facts point to me taking a second loop around what I thought I had already been through.
Sometimes I want to say, “I’m too old for all this young people stuff.” ha.
Speaking of being too old, I don’t want my birthday this year. If I have to live life like a twenty something, I think my year count should be kind enough to reflect that.