How did I get to be 32?
Time definitely seems to be accelerating. I feel like we just moved to Nova Scotia, and in a couple of months it will have been 4 years. Which means I’ve been married for almost 4 years, since that was right before we moved, and I’ve been working for my current company for over well over 4 years now (including mergers & acquisitions). I’ve been working with my current boss and some of my current coworkers for over 8 years (at a number of different companies). Even scarier, I have been out of university for nine years.
Hell, I have stories about things I did during my extended European jaunt/exchange that are now literally half my life ago. I suppose I shall have to retire those stories now. (My wife will be thrilled, and it’s probably better that Sarah never hears some of those stories–especially not before she’s well past her teen years.) I have now had a driver’s license for ‘the better part of my life’.
If any of that sounds maudlin, don’t take it that way. Birthdays don’t make me depressed, but they do make me think a lot about the passage of time, and my perception of it. It’s purely a philosophical musing, though. (Well, as philosophical as you can be while listening to Time Zones. “But not only the right of free travel, I’m saying ‘Eleven’.” Is it irony that the song is 18 years old?).
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