twenty-eight
Apr. 14th, 2005 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maribouI turn twenty-eight on Monday. I remembered today that twenty-eight is when I planned to get married. When I was 18, and thought I was going to go to vet school, and my then-boyfriend was going to become a minister, and then we would settle down, probably in Halifax, and I'd be a zoo vet and rather an unconventional preacher's wife - 28 is where the marrying part landed.
It baffles me to think how different my life would've been, though it still seems every bit as plausible as it did then. Life just turned out otherwise. I'm grateful it did, wouldn't give up the way things are today for anything, but I am bemused to consider how well-planned I had everything back then, and how little regret I feel for the near-complete abandonment of those plans. I still love the me I was then, and the man I thought I would marry for that matter - but I miss them like one misses absent friends, not an absent life.
It baffles me to think how different my life would've been, though it still seems every bit as plausible as it did then. Life just turned out otherwise. I'm grateful it did, wouldn't give up the way things are today for anything, but I am bemused to consider how well-planned I had everything back then, and how little regret I feel for the near-complete abandonment of those plans. I still love the me I was then, and the man I thought I would marry for that matter - but I miss them like one misses absent friends, not an absent life.
