Today, I turn 25. A whole quarter, the coin and the fraction of a century.
And, while my 24th birthday didn't leave much to mention, my 25th does.
In the past year I:
1. Kicked off the year by getting engaged to the very best person.
2. Together, through a fantastic real estate agent (the husband of a coworker) we bought quite the fixer-upper and embarked on a ridiculous journey with our entire families of getting it to a state of livability.
3. I finished my second full year of working as an admissions counselor and decided to stay on for a third year.
4. We got married, surrounded by our very best friends, our families, and waffles. :)
5. We moved in together, made it through a particularly long and brutal travel season, continued working on Cliffhouse, spent Thanksgiving with my three brothers, their wives, their six kids, and my parents in Atlanta, Georgia, and spent Christmas with his parents and grandparents.
It's been an emotional year, a constantly evolving year.
I deeply loved living with two of my best friends, Sarah and Makayla, but it's such a feeling of peace to have removed division of my spirit that I felt being apart from Julius.
This year, I made wonderful friends, strengthened my relationships with my coworkers, and had to let go back to her home in Arizona one of the bedrock friendships that I have had in Arkansas.
This year was the first that I really felt like I had to take true ownership of my adulthood, much more than I ever had before, though others would probably say I had already done that.
It's been a journey, but I am happy. So, so happy.
You never know what the next year will hold.
