…and I don’t feel any older. I’ve felt 40 or so for the past few years, though I did feel a bit closer to my actual age last year (I chalk that up to being a student again).
There’s nothing noteworthy about turning 26, save for the fact that this is the first time I’m not celebrating my birthday in my native New Jersey. I intended to fly up and see family, but I waited too long to buy plane tickets and they became prohibitively expensive. I’m making the most of it though. I’m going out to dinner with a few friends who haven’t left town and then I’m off to see The Road.