How old am I, really?

I was scrolling through Facebook and a post announcing the 23rd birthday of a musician with the video for “What’s My Age Again” by Blink-182 linked.

The still from the video reminded me that when I originally heard the song; I was somewhere in my teens amidst other angst-filled youths sitting on grass or concrete or dirt and ruining my jeans.

For me, 23 came and went faster than I could remember.  I’ve had the same full-time job since I was 20.  I’ve been in the same band since then also.  As well as living in the same area of Orange County.  I’ve lived on my own, burned up my first car then got my first car loan.  I’ve performed on many different sized stages throughout Southern California and met/worked with many talented individuals in the music scene.

i wouldn’t change a thing.

However, now I find myself more than halfway through 24.  Still paying off my loan and searching for a home to live in.  This apartment life is not for me.

I need creative space.  I need peace.  I need solitude.  I need time to create.

The band I’ve been in is going through more changes than we have before.

It is now time for change.

I’m excited for the future.  For the next quarter of my life to begin.  I’m at a point where my life can blossom into something new, crazy and great or fall into a pit of debt, vapidness and monotony.

Thanks for reading & sharing this journey with me.