Tomorrow I am turning the big ole 2-9.
One more year left in my 20s.
Damn. Where has the time gone?
I remember what it was like to be 19, 21, 24, 26, etc.
30 seemed so far away.
Not so much anymore.
This birthday isn't going to be the most fantastic, sadly.
But, I can't be mad at that.
The reason this year's birthday festivities are zero-to-none, is due to planning a major 900+ mile move in the span of a month.
10 days from now, I pack up all my belongings in the back of a Penske truck, gas up my little Nissan Sentra, and drag my parents on a 15 hour drive to my little 1 bedroom/1 bathroom apartment.
I thought I was terrified to turn 29, be single, and without children.
But, I realize I am more than terrified about this move.
That is a good thing though.
Because the truth is, if it doesn't scare me even just a little bit...then it won't be worth it.
So tomorrow, I will wake up 29.
I will still be single.
I will still have no children.
But, I will be one day closer to the next chapter in my life.
What more of a birthday wish could you get than that??