24

My 24th year is coming to a close.  I considered doing a list of 25 things about myself but then I realized that 25 is a lot of things.  Turning 25 isn't scary.  Maybe it's because I started telling people I was 25 this past winter.  I don't really feel as if I'm very old, but when I start to look at my life I realize I am.

In the past year, I've managed to move out and live completely alone.  I really have enjoyed it; I swear I've only been scared once.  I've seen 2 feet of snow fall in a short amount of time from my apartment window. I've kept two plants alive for two years.  Trust me, this is no easy task for me.   I honestly thought they'd have died ages ago.  I've kept up with running.  Some days are better than others; but for the most part running three miles is no big deal.  I've had my first "real" job for a full year.  I've made a few grown up decisions for myself that I'm happy with.  I've manage to keep in touch with my closest friends from college, a couple of high school friends, and I've managed to make a few new ones.  I've also stopped biting my nails (or i have for the past 5 weeks)

24 has been a good year.  I plan to enjoy the last few days, and I actually look forward to 25.  A lot can change in a year.  I guess I'll have to put in 25 now into the treadmill instead of 24.  I can live with that.

Side note: my downstairs neighbors now have two large dogs.  They've decided to let them sit on their porch and watch all the cars and people walk by.  They've been barking since I've gotten home.  I may have yelled shut up to the dogs.  It didn't work.  I've never met the neighbors, but I have a feeling I may be meeting them real soon.