Getting Old

I am turning 27 this week. I remember a time when birthdays were fun and I looked forward to them. Clearly, that ended a few years ago. I can barely say 27 without it getting caught in my throat and I almost cry everytime I think about what a bad day my birthday will be. I don't really know anyone in this city well enough to get together with them on my birthday. I always thought I would be in a career by now, at the very least, have a job I cared about or one that was getting me somewhere. I am going to Columbia for 2 days next week, so I will get to see my family and some friends, I'll pretend we are celebrating my birthday.