Ten years ago, I was a sophomore in college returning for the second semester on or about the day I turned 20. I didn’t have a major yet, I didn’t even know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I had never known what it was like to be loved by someone who wasn’t family. I couldn’t buy a bottle of wine. I didn’t think twice about eating chicken and red meat. I couldn’t wait until the day when I could live in my own place by myself. I didn’t own a car, and my home address was my parents’ house.
In the past 24 hours, I’ve drank a glass of Cabernet while watching an old movie on DVD, completed a project at work and left early to try and sleep off the remnants of a mild cold, taken steps to revive my dating life (and sorry, it wasn’t with the plumber,) seen the movie “Juno” with my friends, read a few pages of “Arthur and George,” called my mother, gone to physical therapy, washed my dishes, made my lunch, eaten a raspberry jelly donut, and set my alarm for 5:30 to go swimming in the morning.
Thus ends my 20′s. As for my 30′s, I’ve got no plans. I’m just going to take them as they come. I certainly couldn’t have foreseen this life 10 years ago. It’s even better than I thought it would be. Thank goodness I was born on a Wednesday, because on my birthday, I plan on partying like it’s a Friday. See you on the other side!
