I can’t believe I am going to be 25. There’s no more claiming “early 20’s”. I will be shoved into official "mid-20's" tomorrow. Plus, I think I am expected to kick my maturity level up a notch. Twenty-five is the age where you have to act mature and stuff. Ew.
Honestly, I don’t really mind becoming one year older. I do understand that 25 REALLY isn’t THAT old. I get that. What bothers me the most about birthday is the finality of it all. Once I turn 25, there is no going back to 24. Was I emotionally attached to age 24? Not really. But I hate HATE hate finality. I like having one foot in the door. I’m this was with practically everything. That is why I am usually the last to order at restaurants, we had to investigate our couch and love seat at least 4 times before I actually could agree to buy it, and that is why I don’t like birthdays that much anymore.
But I do like the cake. And the cards. And the attention. So I guess it all equals out in the end.
Well, before 24 year old me joins the Hammer pants and the catchphrase “Waaaazzzzup?” in history, I wanted to send her off with a goodbye.
In remembrance of 24 year old me:
This is 24 year old me all bright eyed and ready to enter the world...
I walked a barefoot mile with Hanson (that's the oldest one. I forget his name but I know he isn't Taylor because Taylor is the middle one.)
I graduated with my Masters and ended student life FOREVER!!
I finally, FINALLY got to be in the same building as Conan Obrien
We went on a church history trip/St. Louis trip with my parents
I went Seattle for a week in the Spring
I visited Tuscon for a week in June
I bought my first sewing machine and slooooowly began to sew
I started my career (how fancy)
I went to Kansas City for the first time
I went on my first vacation with the in-laws to Branson
I had the time of my life in Boise for Thanksgiving
I spent my first Christmas away from home…and it actually was not nearly as traumatic as I thought it was going to be
Annnnd I went back to Seattle in March. (This was the age that I spent the least amount of time in the Northwest. How sad).
It was fun to go through those pictures and watch my hair grow. So long, 24 year old me. It was fun.