I feel like there's something about the "sevens" that really makes you feel older. I can't speak for my seventh birthday, but can recall the same feeling with seventeen. Somehow it felt much older than sixteen, like I wasn't really a young teenager anymore but actually becoming more mature. I'm not sure that I did, but that's at least how the age felt!
With twenty seven I felt the same thing. While twenty six officially put me into my late twenties, it felt just like twenty five. But twenty seven, just the sound of it, it sounds and feels much older. It sounds like an actual adult age. This might sound absolutely looney, but it's the only thing I could think about as twenty seven approached.
Like every birthday since school I took the day off work and can't understand anyone who wants to work on their birthday. All of my big plans for the day this year were much more adult oriented than in the past. We ran around and were out of town for a lot of October so I spent the day getting the house in order, doing mountains of laundry, and hanging out in my pajamas. Mr. Young surprised me with a few friends gathered at Graffiato for dinner, I'm still dreaming of the brussel sprouts.
The best thing about adult birthdays in my opinion is the opportunity for a day to yourself. No raging parties, no big cake with candles, but time to do whatever you please and truly enjoy the day. And if you're lucky enough, you might also get to meet Mike Isabella from Top Chef!
So here's to twenty seven and enjoying a little less than three years until thirty. That will be quite the post.