This past Friday, I was lucky enough to celebrate my 25th birthday, or as I like to call it, my quarter life. It was a wonderful weekend filled with the people I love who made every effort to make this year a special one. Looking back, the first 25 years were pretty wonderful, and all the times that challenged me helped to mold me. The past 25 years are composed of my childhood on Pine Needle St., my adolescents when I spent most of my time crying over people and things that didn't matter, and young adulthood where I have tried so hard to figure out what being an adult even means. That time and those experiences, good and bad, have shaped me into the person I am today.
The next 25 years or so give me what we Italians call "agida." Of course I wouldn't be me if I wasn't stressed about something. Do I continue my education? How is it that a school that gave me my bachelor's doesn't believe it's a good enough education to hire me? What is the next career move and when do I make it? Where do Brian and I settle down and when? And then, there's kids whom I want desperately but can't imagine having for about another million years because I still feel 16.
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