Chapin City Blues

I thought I’d be grayer, more wizened. And while I see that my hands aren’t as smooth as they once were, my hair is thinner, I still don’t look like what I imagined someone my age would like it. Hell, I’m just happy that I survived a decade longer than teenager-me figured.

It has been a great year between this birthday and the last. I have made wonderful new friends. Taken on more interests. Carved through my academics. Written a poem or two and submitted one to an anthology set to release this summer. While I haven’t “found” romantic love (as I once expected), I am also not actively seeking out a relationship. Let the chips fall where they lay or however the fucking saying goes.

And so I took a walk tonight, the final night of my 41^st year, with my cassette tape player in my messenger bag along with two cassette tapes and my new Canon EOS R50 Mirrorless Camera. I snapped some pics and posted one on Instagram.

Tomorrow, when I awake, I will be the answer to life, the universe, and everything – years-old.