I turn 27 in three days. Three days. I feel simultaneously ancient and childish. I celebrated yesterday with my family and somewhere, over the background noise, I heard my brother citing a study that said when people look back over their lives they tend to consider their 20′s “middle age” because of all the major changes that happen in your 20′s. And a lot has happened this year.
I finished my MBA. When I graduated college in 2008, I didn’t foresee that, but I also didn’t envision the economic crisis. I got married. There was a time when I didn’t see that happening either. Probably the most monumental of all, was when I had Squeaker. I made a little baby lump who is entirely dependent on me! That’s huge.
My mom was 27 when she had me, I was only 2 months shy. I remember when I was little and she told me that, 27 seemed elderly, like they should be giving her half off a 4:30 buffet. Now, I half expect the producers of Teen Mom to beat down my door any day.
Everyone says time speeds up now. It already has. Squeaker is already almost two months and she gives me big, gummy smiles when I ask for them. On Thursday we head back to Chile. Well, I head back. Squeaker is going for the first time. Yes, things are definitely moving quicker now.
Happy birthday to me!