So my birthday is coming up in…11 days. Woo hoo? I think this is the first time I’ve ever been really not excited for my birthday. I guess that makes me officially a grown up now?
I mean, I’m excited to spend time with family and friends, and I always make it a point to treat myself to something for my birthday and spend a little time relaxing (it’s basically the only time I do that all year), so that’s exciting.
But it’s also the first birthday I’ve spent alone in 5 years, the first birthday since my parents moved out of state, and the first birthday where I really feel like my life is slipping away.
This is SO not where I thought my life would be at 25…and that’s depressing. 😦