As many of you know, it was my Birthday last week. It wasn’t a big Birthday or anything (although gifts are still being accepted), but, like every Birthday, I took a step back and thought about the past year. And about getting older in general. I know, I know, I’m young, I have my whole life ahead of me. But with every year that goes by, I notice all the changes.
I notice that my “little” brother is in his second semester of his Freshman year in college. I can’t believe he’s growing up so fast. He’s actually asking me for advice on apartments for next year. That makes me feel old.
I notice that my parents are getting older (however, they both act extremely young). But now they’re both at least 50-years-old. I looked at some old family photos – it’s amazing how we’ve all changed.
I notice that my grandparents are getting older. They’ve always been “young at heart” and they always will be, but as the years go by, I notice the little things.
My friends are getting married/having babies. And it’s actually acceptable. We’re not “too young” anymore. That’s crazy to me.
I notice a lot of things about myself. Like how I’ve settled down a bit (except for my trip to Vegas last weekend…) and I don’t “party-hardy” as much as I probably should (and will try to do more of from here on out). I have a real job – one that I wake up and go to every day and walk home from every night. It’s not quite a “nine-to-five” but it’s close enough.
A former classmate (who is a year younger than me) told me the other day that he was going to be in San Francisco over the summer. I was, of course, excited to have someone that I know out here for a bit. He said, “So, I’m going to be in San Francisco for the summer, are you still going to be out there?” I paused, then replied, “Uh, yeah. I live here.” This isn’t a semester-long internship like I had in college. This isn’t a temporary situation. I live here. And sometimes I wake up in the morning and look around me and still can’t believe I’m here. And I’ve been here for over six months.
It’s incredible how fast the time flies. And sometimes, I like to just take a minute and stop – take a look at the life I’m living. How I got here. How to get to where I want to go.
In related news, my Birthday celebration was incredible. My dad flew out to San Francisco on my Birthday and took me and a couple girls out to dinner. He was the “pimp daddy” surrounded by four young, beautiful women. ☺ Dad stayed until Friday, then he left for Denver and I left to meet my mom in Las Vegas. Oh man. I love Vegas. In fact, I’m still recovering from sleep deprivation, intense alcoholic dehydration, and pole-dancing injuries. Don’t ask. I won’t tell. But I can tell you that I have a newfound respect for the physical strength of strippers.
All in all, Birthday success.
You should never tell your audience ‘don’t ask’ because you know they will.
What were you doing on a pole and what kind of injuries, hmmmm? And I’m fairly certain there are pictures of it too, so … spill!
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Nope! What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
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