I turned 24 in January of 2016. I was ready to turn 24. I thought 23 hadn’t been that great (nobody likes you when you’re 23) and surely 24 would be better. The morning before I turned 24 I ended up in the ER with a really painful infection. I couldn’t travel to see the twin for our birthday. I could only stay in bed and let the pain meds ease the discomfort.
While I was living it, I thought that morning of excruciating pain was a farewell. A wave goodbye as I swiftly began my twenty-fourth year. I see those days differently now. Looking back, I don’t think twenty three was saying goodbye to me at all.
I think she was warning me.