It seems strange to be in a new place on this monumental birthday and, if time allows, I might to a little reflection - yet that is unlikely. I know I will miss my Syracuse and Kentucky families. I am petrified of the Facebook world and the reality that my timeline will be marked severely.
40. Forty. 40? Oi Vay.
I remember thinking 30 was transitional, but this seems extra peculiar. I still feel 15, but I know my knees ache, my hair recedes, my nostril and ear hairs grow, and my understanding of the world seems less and less, so it must be true. I have lived 40 years of life. Insane.
It happens to us all. Blink. And there you have it.