Yes, yes. I’m my favorite number now. Just turned 24 a few days ago and I still haven’t really had time to think about the lifetime of experiences I’ve acquired.
Yesterday, some folks and I were talking about age and the lessons learned when your birthday bookmarks shit you should know all about. I’m not yet a quarter century old and I know that I have intense reactions to how this world operates.
24. What will this year mean for me? I know I’ll be in LA. I know I’ll be writing. I know I’ll see how homesickness go and I’ll be committing myself to a powerful and solitary act. Lately, I’ve wondered about the news of the world that I can offer to a willing readership. I hope I retrieve some of my world news in LA. No idea what’s in store at this point. Still not sure where I’m gonna be living. Scouring the housing ads available to me and I either haven’t heard back or I just haven’t found something that suits my needs.
I hope this golden birthday stuff becomes something spectacular.
janice.
