Jen

I had grandiose plans of posting a new photo everyday until I left. I’ve only posted twice since the month started. Where the hell has August gone? It’s the 17th already? I have less than two weeks left in Los Angeles, and it feels like time has moved so slowly since I got here and I’ve been here for years and then all of sudden, these two weeks are passing by so quickly.

My birthday, um, my 27th birthday is next Wednesday. It’s actually been pretty nice because I’ve been getting early b-day gifts from California folks who won’t see me on the actual day or afterwards, considering we hit the road next Friday. But, in the spirit of birthdays, I have been thinking a lot about age and life in general. In three short years, I will be 30. Looking at the numbers in type make me sad. 1978 seems so far away. I know I’m not the only person ageing at this rate, but it’s just so unbelievable to me that I am this old. When I was younger, I thought 30 was so old. Now that I am closing in on this, and I still feel like I am 22, 30 is almost inconceivable. Ugh. To top it off, after I finally start feeling like I am an important working part of this gallery, I have to leave. AND be unemployed again.

I have these preconceived notions of what a 27 year old should be doing. I should have: a stable job that earns a decent salary with benefits, a permanent residence, and have a significant other. Now, I have very little of these right now (except for Matt!) and still, I’ve never felt better. For the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want to do and how I have to do it, and damn, it is an amazing feeling.

So who cares if I turn 27? It’s just another reason to celebrate and get gifts, which, is never a bad thing.

I also just wanted to say that I love the communication that goes on in the comment section. I love how commenting can start with bowing and end with a life partner.