When I was a child (not just at heart but of body and mind) there were things that seemed in terms of the timeline of my life to be as far (if not farther) away as the moon. High school, college, marriage, kids–these things were barely blips on the radar, distant stars to contemplate at night in bed, fighting sleep.
I don’t know on which birthday it came up, if I thought of it on my own or if someone pointed it out to me, but somewhere in the short span of my childhood I became aware of the fact that one day, once in my entire lifetime, my birthday would fall on a date that was exciting in its rarity: 11/11/11
Of course I knew that I would be turning twenty-seven (note: count the letters in twenty-seven…go ahead…I’ll wait) and I knew that it would be a Friday, but outside of that, the date held infinite possibilities. Where would I be in my life on 11/11/11? Where would I be living? What kind of job would I have? Would I be married? Would I have kids? Who would my friends be? What would I have accomplished? Continue reading “11/11/11” »



