a quarter of a century
one of my dear friends asked me as the clocked tolled midnight tonight what my goal for 25 was going to be. and as i thought a second about how i was going to reply i realized i didnt know. usually i have some elaborate list in my head of things i want to achieve by the time another year has passed, themes if you will to keep in mind as i plough my way through the year. yeah yeah, im a virgo, i cant help it. and it dawned on me that 25 came around so quickly that i guess i didnt even see it coming. i mean it is a quarter of a century and a pretty big deal if you ask me. ive been out of school for 4 years, lived in amazing cities, made and kept some great friends and changed my life and my hair. haha. im kinda old now and in my head i still remember freaking out when i turned 17. its kinda scary actually how nonchalantly 25 crept into my life. i guess with all the crazy stuff i have gotten myself into over the past year or so, not much is surprising.
but anyways here i am, a few minutes into 25 and i cant help but get all cliche and reflect a bit...
i remember this time last year, give or take a day or 2 and i was sitting on the rooftop beer garden of a club in midtown manhattan. it was one of those particularly warm new york city nights. the sound of the street was below us and the buildings shined highhhhh above us. i was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, drinking a gin and tonic, talking about growing up and laughing and having a great time. i had an old old friend, an old friend and a new fling, a recent old enemy turned new friend, and a couple acquaintances made that night, all around me. and as i tilted my head back to laugh at something aj said as he flipped the hair out of his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette, i glanced up at the buildings twinkling above me and then back down around at the faces of the people i was with and took the whole setting in. that my friends is what they call a new york moment. when time stands still for whatever reason and everything is perfectly how it should be and you know that for the rest of your life you will never forget that moment and how you felt.
i can only hope that 25 is full of moments like that...
but anyways here i am, a few minutes into 25 and i cant help but get all cliche and reflect a bit...
i remember this time last year, give or take a day or 2 and i was sitting on the rooftop beer garden of a club in midtown manhattan. it was one of those particularly warm new york city nights. the sound of the street was below us and the buildings shined highhhhh above us. i was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, drinking a gin and tonic, talking about growing up and laughing and having a great time. i had an old old friend, an old friend and a new fling, a recent old enemy turned new friend, and a couple acquaintances made that night, all around me. and as i tilted my head back to laugh at something aj said as he flipped the hair out of his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette, i glanced up at the buildings twinkling above me and then back down around at the faces of the people i was with and took the whole setting in. that my friends is what they call a new york moment. when time stands still for whatever reason and everything is perfectly how it should be and you know that for the rest of your life you will never forget that moment and how you felt.
i can only hope that 25 is full of moments like that...