24 hours left of twenty-something life
I am sitting here, at Amie and Sherwin’s, for an extended weekend getaway, clinging to the minutes left of being 29 years old. My 30th birthday is tomorrow and I am filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Turning 30 is suppose to mark some milestone in a man’s life and so I can’t help but get caught up in taking stock of my life. As it happens, I am going to keep that inventory to myself, other than to say that,…