So I turn 26 in two weeks. I always get weird around my birthdays, this year especially.
since turning 25 my step father died, I finished my masters, moved to another state for a job and then quit that job, started a new job that puts me into middle class hell, and cut off all contact with my alcoholic, mentally Ill mother.
I am also very seriously wedding planning with the dude.
I am not who I thought I would be at 26. I guess it doesn’t matter who I thought I would be, I guess it only matters that I am beginning my 26th year a very different person than I ever imagined I could be.