Not that I have much experience with it... Three days, to be exact.
Twenty-eight seems to be a weightier age than 27. It's so much more "late" twenties.... In other words, just one more year towards the ticking timebomb of 30.
Twenty-eight is so unabashadly adult. It's a job, a house, a marriage.... its the possibility of a family, of future. It's such a "mom" age. Sigh...
In the same unbelievable breath, so much and nothing has changed for me.
I think back to 22, 24... After college, hating my job, being single, hoping for the impossible-- scheming daily of how to skip the country and find my perfect life overseas...
Twenty eight is a more settled place and not always in that kitchy compromised way. Believe me... there are still dreams out there... some of which I am sure will never come true.
But at the same time, I am sure that some things will happen in the next year that I haven't ever dreamt would happen....
So it is...
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Cant' stop listening...
And so it is... like you said it would be, life goes easy on me, most of the time...
Damien Rice
ah. I see you've found yourself listening to Damien Rice. It's about time. I had an obsession with him for a long time, and he started my love for Irish folk rock. It's amazing :)
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