As of yesterday I am 27 years old. It seems like time passes faster every year. I know that’s cheesy and horribly cliche, but at the same time it’s true.
Exactly 10 years ago I had just returned from Argentina where I was playing a tour with NEC’s Youth Philharmonic Orchestra, and I had just moved into Bexley House at MIT where I was bumming around with mrtee and Jade and the massive cockroaches and getting ready to enter my first undergraduate year at MIT. I was just 17 and crazy with happiness that I was out of my mother’s house at last… and I had no idea of the craziness in store for me.
Exactly 20 years ago yesterday I was given Sealy. Now I know it’s abnormal to have such a close attachment to a stuffed animal at the age of 27, but Sealy and I have a very special relationship.
Seven years ago I was just welcoming all my MESH kids as their Director and I was just a couple months shy of meeting Muta. Retrospectively, meeting Muta has always been one of the defining points of my existence. I broke up with him finally in 2002, exactly 4 years after I met him. Which means that it’s been almost exactly 3 years since I broke up with him (4 + 3 = 7). Which means that at this point I’ve been broken up with him almost as long as I was together with him. And yet — it feels like I was with him forever, and that I broke up with him very recently. Still. Truly, it’s bizarre.
It terrifies me, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, at how recent all these long past years seem. Given that they are quite far away at this point and yet seem so recent, I can only imagine that tomorrow I’m going to wake up and already be 80 years old. How can I slow down this frantic rushing of time?
My little sister is already halfway through with college. She is 7 years behind me in school. But wasn’t I halfway through college just a couple weeks ago?
Bleh.
welcome!
here we are…officially part of the “late 20s.” blah!
I personally tried not to celebrate my birthday so that I could avoid thinking of myself as 27. Tho’ it would seem that cellulite is engulfing my entire body, and perhaps that fact is a dead giveaway of exactly how old I am! blah! cellulite! wrinkles! how did we get so old!??
p.s. it is really quite alright to be attached to Sealy. He’s a cute one!
Seven days and seven nights…
Have you been reading religious rants from a rather singular mother?
on the seventh day, he rested.
upon breaking the seventh seal…
It is done.