So, I'm 25 as of 8:30 pm tonight...officially.
That is a quarter of a Century folks. If I live to be 100, my life is officially 1/4 over...
And I'm pretty excited about that. I'm past the awkward teenage years (even though the acne occasionally rears it's ugly head once again), and into the fun mid-20s where life is all bridal showers, careers and babies...
Most of my friends aren't even out of college, but friends online in other states are in the process of getting married in the next year and looking to have kids and buy houses, and and and...I'm feeling a bit left behind, but I think I've got it figured out.
When I was 16, I thought by the time I was 26 I'd have a house with the white picket fence and dogs playing in the yard, a great career in animation, be married to the love of my life and have my first kid on the way.
Yeahhhh that's not happening. But you know what? I'm not really dissapointed. I love my job, I love my house, I love my boyfriend, and I'm loving being free enough to go on the adventures I want to go on and see the sights I want to see before settling down and having kids.