old

I wore a dress to work today that I have had since I was 18. It fits perfectly, after all these years. The dress is still in great shape and is somehow a classic sundress that never goes out of style. Plus, I love the fabric, it's a cotton batik print of dragons. And I can skip wearing a bra with it as it is somewhat backless yet very supportive. And it has pockets. And is comfortable. What is not to love?

Then I realized, I bought that dress the same year as my coworker, Becky, was born.

Which means the dress is just a little bit older than her, and she is a walking/ functioning, job-holding tax paying adult.

I feel old.