For my last photos in my twenties, I wanted to pay homage to my running status as the world’s last young, old person. Though, if it wasn’t a Wednesday night in North Carolina (and probably if my sister was around)…I’d prefer to be spending my last hour watching the Thunder Down Under.
I tried to think of something ceremonious I could do. People like to plant trees. I recalled a seedling packet for a Japanese Red Maple (I love those trees) that we received as a favor during a wedding we attended when we first moved to San Diego. I have no idea if the seeds will still sprout, but I planted it right before midnight and made a wish.
Of course, I had to stay up until midnight of my birthday just like you do on New Year’s. Only I’m the only person cheering, “Happy new era!” like the crazy old lady I now am.