Today is my birthday
. I was born 26 years ago today. I can't believe I am turning 26. I don't feel that old. I know 26 isn't exactly AARP
territory yet, but I truly feel like I shouldn't be this age.
I remember when birthdays were special and it was something you looked forward to. I couldn't wait to turn 10, 13, 16, 18, 21...then it stopped. No more looking forward to certain ages. Odd isn't it.
It's not like I am depressed about it. I am, for the most part, happy with my life. I have a job that correlates to my degree (even if I don't make enough money for a hamster to live on), I no longer live with my parents (ok, so I live next door, but it's not WITH them), I have a wonderful boyfriend (he lives over 1100 miles away, but it's still a great relationship and I'm making plans to move closer to him). It was much harder for me to turn 25. It seemed like such a turning point. At 25, you can no longer claim to be a young adult. You can no longer blame stupid mistakes on your youth. You are simply an adult.
So here I am...25 years plus one. Happy birthday to me...