In a few hours, I turn 24.
When I was younger, I thought 24 was so old.
And by younger, I don’t just mean elementary school-age.
No, I’m talking about just a few years ago. Like, back in college.
It’s comforting and exciting to know that I’m not about to be the 24-year-old I thought I would be.
I’m not settled.
I’m not stable.
I’m not grounded.
(^ you know what I mean…^)
I’m still free.