So, I'm older now.
Since I was born at 7:47pm, I'm in fact now exactly 2 hours and 37 minutes into being 23.
So far, it isn't bad. I found a wonderful Chinese place right under my nose (Why didn't anyone tell me how good Sue Min is? They're better than Wild Ginger! Majorly!) I got some books that I'd kept meaning to buy (the 2 latest Turtledove books), a bunch of officey dress shirts and pants, and a big fuckin' set of beautiful candle holders that are easily 2 feet tall and made of metal, done in an imitation Han style. My sister apparently found them somewhere in an antique mall.
One is also twisted around a bit so that the top part is slightly askew from the bottom rather than flowing perfectly down. I like that. It's a decent metaphor for me.
I got a decent chunk of money which will go into my bank account and probably be used for a few DVDs and bills, and two very lovely presents that I'm about to describe in more detail.
First is that I got to spend an hour on the phone before my parents and grandparents arrived talking to Lisa. It was a far ranging, fun, and generally wonderful conversation that made me smile the entire time, and had us both laughing a lot at things, with each other, and about life. It was amazing, and I have to once again say that I love you, Lisa. With all heart, self, and spirit.
Second was a bit more chance than anything. You see, my grandmother ordered all the shirts and stuff using measurements she had from just before when I graduated College. (That's just over 9 months now.)
Every single thing was too big, with 3 out of 4 shirts and 2 out of 3 sets of pants having to go back to get exchanged for a size down, at least.
As someone working daily to lose weight, I can't tell you how good that felt.
Little victories are a very good way to start being 23.
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