My 27th Draft

Is it really my birthday?

Last Friday, I got a text from my cousin asking if I was excited for Monday. I replied, “Sure… What’s happening on Monday?” That’s how I was reminded of my birthday.

Twenty seven seems like the oddest of birthdays. It carries none of the significance of reaching twenty five, it lacks the existential dread of turning twenty nine, instead it simply sits as one more year on the other side of twenty five.

An “Actual” Adult