I took this photo of myself recently for the updated photography section. The touch of grey along the sides of my hair came as something as a surprise. I never get a good look at the sides of my head, and my friends never mention this chronological landmark. I suppose I’ve been going grey since I was in my late teens, never noticing how far it’s come along until now.

I tell people I didn’t feel old until I turned 27. It’s that age where you’re closer to 30 than to 25, the difference between a “young adult” and an “adult”. More of a milestone than the step that 28 is.

It seems like every time I talk about being in university, or at my current job, or how long I’ve known John, I keep adding another year. An incremental reminder that I’m getting older.

Although it didn’t quite feel like it this year.