We were all hanging out in the kitchen, gabbing and enjoying our free afternoon and suddenly I had this revelation: I am going to be 25 years old in exactly 3 months.
A quarter of a century.
The big two-five.
I don't feel 25. I feel like I just graduated when in fact that was 3 years ago.
So much has changed since that day- when I left behind the beautiful happy bubble that is college and entered the "real world." And yet I still feel a lot like that wide-eyed girl (far right in the above picture).
Sure I'm now 100% completely independent from my parents (woohoo, go me!), and I pay taxes, and my hair is a lot shorter, and I book my own plane tickets, but I don't feel like an "adult" or really that much older or wiser...
I'm still figuring everything out and I'm totally winging it as I go.
It's fun but weird.
Yes I have "responsibilities" but not really.
I'm settled but I could pick up and leave, move anywhere if I wanted to.
I have no idea what's in store for the next three months and five years. And even though I've
In the words of Taylor Swift...
"It's miserable and magical, oh yeahhh..."
Darn it, I wish that song came out when I was 22.