Birthday 2k8
It's twelve thirty-something, and today is my birthday. I'm officially twenty-four years old. I live in a city three hours away from my parents, in my own apartment, that I pay for with my own money from my own career-type job. It may not be the job I keep for the rest of my life, but it certainly is a pretty good one. I have great friends, and an amazing love, with whom I plan to be sharing the rest of my life. My best friend told me today that she thinks that 24 will be the best year yet for me, and I've got high hopes. Ever since I can remember, 24 has been the year that interested me the most. I always felt like it was the real age of adulthood, for no real reason. I've also always thought I'd be engaged by the time I was 24. Strangely enough, just before this time last year, if you'd have reminded me of that thought, I would've said "are you insane? who would I be marrying," but now I've got the best man I think I could ever find. 24 has already started out in the best way it could. I'm with him. In the morning, I'll be at breakfast with two great friends, eating eggs and teeny cupcakes. Later in the week I have plans with two other friends, and then later this month, the best one comes back from halfway around the world. Forget 24, I always knew November was the best.