That it is almost September.
That my parents are at retirement age.
That L and I have known each other for well over a decade.
That, based on how fast the last years have gone, I will be 40 in the blink of an eye.
That I'm this close to 40 and have the job I do.
That I still have never made pie crust from scratch.
Because I'm scared to try it.
Because what, the pie crust police will arrest me if I don't do well at it?
That I've been a homeowner for almost 5 years.
And that I still have yet to hang up almost anything on the walls. (Decorating paralysis. I think it's a real term. And I have it.)
That I really don't know the meaning of the word "few."
That I live in the Midwest.
And like it.
That L thinks I'm beautiful.
And tells me so all the time.