Tomorrow is the big day and I will officially have entered my late twenties. I know. Still young. There are many people older than me, including the Husband (who’s almost
dead forty), who would scoff at me calling myself old, but let me clarify.
It’s just… I’m getting older. And so are the people around me. And it’s strange. A couple nights ago, my brother called me. I
ignored couldn’t hear my cell phone and only realized it was him much later that night. And something about seeing my brother’s name on my missed call list made me feel weird. I don’t know if I can explain it right, but suddenly I was thinking shit, we’re all grown up. We all have our own lives now and these people I once grew up with, was children with, are adults. They’re working, getting married, starting families, and we each call each other from time to time to catch up.
It just seemed so normal for adults, but… we’re not adults. We’re still just kids! We still run and tattle to mom when someone is being mean. We still fight and wrestle and taunt and embarrass each other. It just seems so… strange. Does everyone go through this when they realize they’re going to be thirty in four short years?
I don’t think I’m ready to get older. I still don’t own my own home. There aren’t any children on the way. I have a stable job, but certainly wouldn’t consider it a career. I really think I’d like to prolong this whole getting old business.
So, tomorrow’s the day and you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be consuming my fair share of alcohol tomorrow. And chocolate. Definitely chocolate.