Approximately three short days.
Thirty one. Three and a 1. 3-1.
I don't know exactly what bothers me about that number but I'm not a fan of it all just yet.
I have time, you see, because I technically still have three days.
I loved turning 30. I looked forward to it. I embraced it. I had a week of celebrations leading up to it and I couldn't wait until my joint birthday celebration with a friend who was turning 31. She didn't seem to care she was turning the odd number at all. But it's a different story with me.
There is just something that feels off with the odd number. It's like that annoying wake-up call that says a Gretchen Weiners voice, "Ummm congrats, you really officially out of your 20s and officially in a whole new world of digits."
Since the allure of turning 30 has officially passed me with this birthday, I suppose there are many things that I can't get away with anymore and this particular one is a hard thing to break up with.
I guess it's about time I broke up with Forever21.
We have had quite the long run together where I would search through racks to find a normal human size that would fit something other than simply my left leg for only $21.50. Or buy a steal of a necklace that ONLY cost me $10.80 but then a crystal accidentally fell out after the first wear and no matter how many times I twisted it around my neck to hide the missing jewel, the missing one still stuck out like a light bulb.
So goodbye Forever21, I will trade you in for the massive sales I score on Piperlime, swap in Asos to replace you and add in a pinch of Accessory Concierge.
Hello 31 - You