My grandmother told me that it was the worst birthday of her life. Her advice to me, "don't let it get you down, 30 was the only birthday that depressed me, the others aren't so bad." I think my grandmother "might be" losing her mind.
My 30th Birthday:
My nine year relationship - it ended almost six years ago - made full (dis)closure with me TODAY. I have to say, not much surprises me, but shit, this, this email surprised the fuck out of me..and it takes a lot to get the fuck "surprised" out of me. For the first time since it ended, "this not right but a great growing experience" relationship, I feel that the boy doesn't hate me. And, I am truly at peace with it all.
Then, I found out that the contract on my apartment should be signed by all parties today. I don't have to go in front of the co-op board, so if all goes according to plan, I'm almost a houseowner.(Note: No use of exclamation points because until I move into the place I shall remain weary.)
And FUCK..I'm 30 TODAY. As in RIGHT NOW. And I am so excited, and nervous, and introspective...There's so much to do. And I know I can do my small part of "it". The time is right for me to come of age. It should be...I'm 30.
because sex matters...