Zub Tales

The terrible rumors are all true… it’s my birthday today and I’m now a ripe old 28.

The year just burst forward with so much to do and here I am. Some days I feel much older, usually when my muscles are sore or my sleep schedule is out of whack. Most days I don’t feel like I’m looking at 30 just over the next couple of bends.

You’d think that being 28 would mean I’m pretty well settled into the whole “being an adult” business. After ten years of adulthood, most people would much consider it old hat.

I think being really on my own here at the apartment for the summer is actually proving the opposite. For some reason it makes me feel like a little kid. I go to grab groceries and I’m wandering around the aisles wondering if someone’s gonna tell me to put the sugar-heavy cereal back, leave the clubhouse that is my apartment and go to bed at a reasonable hour. It’s not like Gal did any of those things or was some sort of Den Mother here, but her absence makes me feel a bit lost, like I’m doing all these things for the first time. It’s very odd. My life has no schedule currently and I’m trying to put more order into it bit by bit.

Speaking of which, the apartment is getting more organized. I’ve been trying to set aside a bit of time each day to get little parts of it in order. Those things that should have been done when we first moved in, but we couldn’t find the time.

All in all, 28 looks like it’s going to be pretty damn good. I compare it to where I was a year ago, and I’m astonished… last year we had returned to Toronto and were trying to figure out how we could both go to school and stay afloat. Now, we’re both having summer adventures and pushing towards our dreams.

Jimbo hits 28, and the goatee gives way to the soul patch…

PS: Oh yeah, my website‘s been updated with some newer art and what-not.