It’s my last day of being 26 – my birthday is tomorrow. I’m sitting alone in A Latte Cafe in downtown Norfolk, working on what will hopefully be my first novel (nine pages so far!) and waiting for 8:00 to roll around, so I can head over to The NorVa to see Ben Folds with Michelle. A new friend of mine asked when my birthday was the other night while we were at dinner, and I told him I’d rather not say. He keeps texting me every night, "Happy Birthday? Maybe today?" because I wouldn’t tell him the exact day – only that it was this week. Turning 27 as a single girl with two cats and half a condo seems a little traumatic. I think it’s official. I’m getting old.
In With The Old?
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