As I write this on a beautiful and surprisingly dry summer day in Washington D.C., I am 26 years and 364 days old. In less than 24 hours, I will officially be 27. Will I feel any different when I wake up tomorrow morning? Probably not.
As I write this on a beautiful and surprisingly dry summer day in Washington D.C., I am 26 years and 364 days old. In less than 24 hours, I will officially be 27. Will I feel any different when I wake up tomorrow morning? Probably not.