My Last Day as a 24-Year-Old

Welp, it's finally happened.

After today, I won't be considered an "Early 20's" individual.

I will be a quarter of a century.

Mid-Twenties.

TWENTY-FIVE.

When did this happen?

I feel like just yesterday I was playing Mermaids in my pool.

Yeah...I did that, and I am not ashamed.

Even if I was 16.

Don't judge me.

This past year as a 24-year old has gone so quick.

But isn't that what we say every year?

One Year Ago

I was living in Escondido with my Mamma, unemployed.

Oh, those were the simple days.

Roomie and I were getting ready to start looking at places to move to in San Diego.

I was "off" again with (ex)boyfriend.

Little did I know how many on again/off again moments I would have with that D-Bag.

I was sad because my Mamma was getting ready to move to Georgia.

I wasn't eating as healthy as I should have and I'm pretty sure I weighed a good 14

pounds more than I do now.

Yikes.

Let's hope I never get to that weight again.

Jeans don't feel so good being that tight.

I'd like to say I've learned a lot in the last year.

I feel older.

But most importantly, I feel more independent and comfortable with myself.

These past few months, being single, I've been enjoying myself.

I'm learning that it's okay to stay home. alone.

I'm learning that I don't need a boyfriend to be happy.

Turning 25, all depressing jokes aside, is actually quite exciting to me.

I'm eager to see what this next year has in store for me.

Will I still be at the same job next year?

Or will I have a quarter life crisis and become a stripper?

Will I still live in San Diego next year?

Or will I finally travel the world like I've been wanting?

Will I be in a relationship next year?

Or will I forever dedicate myself to a nunnery?

Who knows.

But I'm excited to find out.

TGIF, my friends, TGIF.

xoxo