I have been doing this by putting more work into my apartment than I ever have before. I like it. I like living in it. It feels like me more than any apartment before has. I have been buying some nicer clothes, too. I think I justify this by telling myself that I will need nicer clothes for the nicer job I will have soon. I'm getting organized and spending more time reading and making art. But I've been setting all the gears in motion so that things will be rolling smoothly by the time my birthday comes.
My mom told me that by the time she was 25 she had a child and was in a deteriorating marriage. She said the she got "off track." I guess my catch phrase would be "by the time I was 25 I spent my life in transition." And that I considered "tracks too abstract." I was definitely crazy in love enough to consider getting married it at some point in almost all of my many relationships. Those would have deteriorated, too.
But here I am, one week to go. I am eating Milano cookies and about to watch "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" by myself, on a Saturday night.
P.S.
I wish this song had a real video, but it doesn't so here is the substitute. I like this song a lot.
