Saturday was my awesome “surprise” party.
Then came Sunday. The day started out ok. My friend Rachel and I visited my aunt in the hospital, then ate some greasy Friendly’s food.
But then, it was time for Rachel to pack up and leave. Time for me to get to some tasks I’d been putting off. Time to get in wind-down mode in preparation for Monday morning. Monday comes every week, I’ve found.
I don’t know if it was my birthday, or the fact that the party was over, or returning to real life, or just my hangover, but I spent most of Sunday afternoon napping and crying about what I’m doing with my life.
I still haven’t figured it out. Has anyone? Probably.
Anyway, I’m sad that my 20s are over, but I have a lot to look forward to, so I might just rock my 30s.