So I finally turned 21 last Friday. There now no more age barriers for me in this country except to rent a car and to run for president. As best as I can piece together, my birthday involved jumping in the pool with the heater off, getting a massive headache in the afternoon, and lots of vomiting. Yeah, you get the idea.
One of the things I was thinking about was how fast do we really “grow up.” As soon as the number changes on our age, does that make our maturity, preferences, or child like tendencies disappear? Not really. They are out grown, but not in the blink of an eye. I was wondering as a kid how could I live differently from how I lived before. To be honest, I don’t think I do very much, but I can see it changing and changing more. Geez, it’s scary.
Edit: I forgot to mention my friend Wenjie came over unexpectedly for a job interview in San Francisco. I hadn’t seen her for a really long time.
My interview with running back Tiki Barber from the New York Giants is up this week. I had a blast doing it.