On this, the eve of my thirtieth birthday I guess it is fitting to reflect on the years before this day. It’s odd to be leaving behind my twenties, because in a way I was never in them. Confused? I’ll try to explain…

Looking back, there have been some notable events in the last ten years (in my life. I began them as a student – I graduated – I had an amazing summer in France in ’94 – I returned to college – I got my first job – I bought my own house – but through all of these I never really felt like I was age twenty-something

Age kind of stopped at 18. It’s true that I got older. I matured. But truthfully, since I left school – since 18, age has ceased to matter…

Current Mood: 🤔contemplative