Quarter of a Century...

So...

I have been debating for some time whether or not to begin a blog. I have many great friends who use blogs to share about their exciting lives, their enthralling travels, their fabulous families. I have debated about it for some time, always thinking I have absolutely nothing important to say or share that people would care about. After all, I lead a very simple, fairly boring lifestyle here in Northern Virginia. I'm not a party girl, or a world traveler. I'm not married, nor do I have children. I don't feel like I have anything to share that others would take the time to read in their free moments.

But, I am currently on the brink of turning 25 years old. 25. Wow. I have very mixed feelings about turning 25. I realize that I am actually the very LAST of my best friends to turn 25, as I am the youngest in our group, but I am still having a very hard time coming to terms with it. I'm not quite sure what it is about officially being 25, but I feel like everything from here on out is going to change. Soon, I can no longer even debate whether or not I can be considered in my low 20's. At 25, I will no longer be considered "just out of college". I will no longer think of highschool as "just a few years ago". The other day, I even saw on that T.V. show The Doctors, that a woman's fertility begins it's decline at age 27! Don't get me wrong, I am NO WHERE NEAR ready to begin talking about children, but it did take me aback a little bit that I am almost at the peak of my fertility. I mean, I feel young. I feel like I am maaaaybe 22? I barely recall how I have even gotten to 25 years old. I feel like I just graduated from Virginia Tech! And that was 2 YEARS AGO!

I know birthday's are supposed to be a time of celebration and partying, and I am sure that we will ring in my 25th year in a grand old fashion... but I will still feel a little sentimental about my childhood years. I miss going to Mom and Dad to fix all my problems and paying for all my things. I miss non-alcohol related dance parties and New Year's Eves in Rachel's basement. I miss playing soccer for my WAGS teams and at Annandale Highschool. I miss seeing my best friends in the hallways at Annandale Highschool or across the Drill Field at Virginia Tech. I miss worrying about stupid things... like homework and tests and whether or not my hair looked good.

Anyways, as a quarter of a century looms, I am hoping that this blog will provide for me a memory keeper of how great my life is from 25 on. So here's to hoping for the best of things to come as I turn 25...