Is it just me, or does a woman’s age begin to speed like light once she reaches the age of 21. Once upon a time, I could not wait to turn 21. 21, to me, was the real legal age. The problem with turning 21 is that 22 immediately follows – and then 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 … 114… and before you know it, you’re wondering where all the time went. I feel like I just blogged about my birthday. Yet, as it is now, another birthday will soon be upon me.
I Was Just 21
August 31, 2009 by 19 Comments
Today is the last day of August. I do not know about everyone else, but the 1st of September, for me, marks the beginning of the end of the year. And the end of the year marks the beginning of a New Calendar Year and a New Birth Year for me.
At this point, I am very well aware of the thoughts that are running through your mind right now, and trust me, I am just as worried. What on earth are you going to give me for my birthday?!?! Ah, I don’t quite know myself. This gift-receiving thing gets more difficult each year. Let’s not forget what happens exactly one month after my birthday – Valentine’s Day!! (February 14th). A shy smile creeps up on my face each time I think of this year’s Valentine. But I digress…
I really was just 21 a little while ago – or so it seems. Now, the memory of being 21 is so distant. I don’t even remember what I did for my 21st birthday. On another note, the people at Best Buy said Nwoke Ocha will be ready today. I’m not going to wait for them to call me. I’ll just go there by myself and demand to see my boo, and he better be doing great. Can’t wait to rub my fingers all over him.