By the time this post goes live, I’ll be able to say I’m “22. uh, no, wait. 23” years old.
I try not to give a shit about my own birthdays, but also can’t help but make a point of just going out and doing things, making sure to have a great time. Any excuse to do so is a good one, right? Even moreso when you’re on vacation. Double-up on whatever it is you came to do, or just take it easy for a little bit. Do as you please!
A friend from back home messages me asking about a party. I’d love to fly people over, but I don’t have a private jet (yet). The party will have to wait. This does give me time to spend the day just hanging around Golden Gate Park though, and I’m still gonna drink beers with a friend, so it’s all good.
Maybe I should take a moment to reflect on the past and future year, but why make myself feel different when I’m not?