Where Did Time Go?

I moved to LA on a Saturday. And bought a gym membership on Tuesday. I'd never paid for a gym before and this was a whole new thing to wrap my mind around. I always just had one... school, home, etc.

So, I got talked into a three year plan. Pay up front for three years and the cost per month is incredibly low. Plus there were all kinds of extras. I did some math and realized that paying for three years up front was about the same as paying for one year month-to-month. I had a 12 month lease on my fabulous little studio, so I knew I'd be around for at least that long. I wondered if I would actually make it to the end of three years. Would I still be going to the gym? Would I still be in LA? Would Chris and I still be together? Three years seemed like an eternity at the time.

Yesterday, when I handed them my card to check-in, I was reminded that my membership was past due. HOLY CRAP! I didn't even realize that I'd hit the three year mark.

Things have changed a bit... Different job, different home, different gym, different car, different marital status. But they've also kind of stayed the same. Same love, same city, same company.

My mom didn't lie, the older you get the faster time flies.