tick, tick, tick

Today, I join the ranks of the people who are, well, a year older than what I was. 23 doesn’t seem much of a milestone by any list, but that’s where I am.

I feel old, thinking about that number. All things considered, though, old is a relative term. To my wife, I’ll always be old, by about 14.5 months. To my parents, I’ll always be young. It’s just an interesting thing observing how the stages of life seem to shift downward past me, as if I’m not changing.

One Response to “tick, tick, tick”

  1. le Brit Says:

    Happy Birthday, yo