Twenty nine. Whoever said that life begins at thirty was absolutely right. I remember when I was about twelve, I was afraid of getting older because I knew that it meant more responsibility. When I was sixteen, I wanted to leave my parents’ house, but I knew that I wasn’t ready. By the time I was twenty, I was making money and saving money and making plans, but also starting to fishtail in life as people in their twenties do. I needed to make a change, a start, to grab hold of the reigns of responsibility for my own life. I finally did that when I was twenty three, I picked up and moved to Texas to prove that I could make it on my own. That worked out wonderfully. I love Texas.
I decided to start going to college, but ultimately decided to wait a year to qualify for in-state tuition rates. After a semester in a community college in Abilene, I transferred to the University of Texas in Arlington and moved to Dallas where a girl I had met lived. By then I was twenty five. I have maintained full-time hours at UTA and since married that girl who lived in Dallas. Now we both live in Irving with her daughter and twins on the way, and I am in a five-year program at UTA that will simultaneously earn me a BS in Accounting and an MS in Accounting. I will be finished with that program in one year.
I have been working full time while going to college as well. So I’ve been busy. But next year, when I’m done with school and get a real job, I can quit the dead end job. So when I turn thirty, I’ll have one job with fairly regular hours, two babies, a lovely wife, and a twelve year old step daughter who hopefully isn’t worrying about responsibility yet.
