Mar 28, 2006 23:33
I just turned 26.
This year I marked exactly 26 years of being alive in my apartment that I live in and pay for by myself. I just got done eating fulfilling food, drinking delicious wine, and enjoying even more wonderful company with my best friends and family. Last year I woke up the next day after a hellish day of traveling in a vaguely damp bed in Diesheh. The sun was coming in through the window and I thought, I am 25 right now.
In my 25th year I traveled in the Middle East and Europe. I lived with my parents. I suffered from re-entry shock and amazement at our wasteful decadent self-centered society. I lost some of my idealism. I bounced around several odd jobs. I found my first real 9-5 job and turned into something of a workin' girl. I met at least one wonderful new friend. I moved into the first apartment in which I've ever lived in all by myself. I bought a purple couch.
There's been a lot more, but that will do for now.
I'm 26. I wonder what this year will bring. What do I want it to bring?