Europe in the Spring

I took 25 really hard. It started out well enough with a friend wishing me a happy quarter of a centery, but it seemed to go progressively downhill. Love life, friendships, spiritual journey, all seemed to go down a dirt road. In the middle of a thunderstorm. That threatened to turn into a flood. It was a horrible year. I realized that soon, another milestone year would happen and if time was on my side the same way it had been, it would be coming sooner than I wanted.

I wanted to be prepared for 30. I didn't want to dread it. I was going to be ready, going to blindside old age with preparedness. I was going to go to Europe. I would start saving money, look and listen out for deals, try to figure out the best time to go, the least of the touristy times where things were open, but not alot of people were around. It was a grand plan and I was going to go through with it. Well, once I figured out where I was going to move, and once I changed jobs, and, and, and.... I decided to move to California.

Then, This Girl and The Honey, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marriage. That's it. No baby carriage and no Europe. Because in California, I don't find a steady job. I move back home and instead of carrying on footloose and fancy free, I get myself hitched so instead of being married at 33 like I expected, I get married at 28. Instead of going to Europe, I'll almost be 2 years married. Europe never stood a chance against The Honey.

Okay, 30, give me your best shot. I'm ready for you and I've got backup. I do, however, reserve the right to celebrate the Second Annual Twenty-Ninth Birthday.