#105: Turn 28 In An Ageless City.
I’m a little late in posting this after my actual birthday, January 21st. But hey, here’s a celebratory post nonetheless. I just turned 28 years old and somehow feel older AND younger at the same time. Younger, like born again in the transplant sense. A new city, new coast, new chance to start over and re-discover life’s simplest pleasures like seagulls, the Pacific Ocean, accents, baked sourdough bread, olive trees, fine wine. Older, like my 21-year-old body. That used to…