Part of me feels like my 23rd year of life flew by. Where did the fall go? Wasn’t Christmas just last week? What happened to spring? This summer is almost over?
But then I realize I can’t even remember what I did for my 23rd birthday. And that my life has changed drastically since I celebrated my last birthday.
A year ago, I was working at a job that made me miserable, living in a home that didn’t feel like home. I spent most of my free time alone because my only time off from work was odd hours, and I didn’t have many friends here. I missed holidays with family because of work and I was underappreciated and underpaid.
All of that’s changed. We’re homeowners. I love my job and my coworkers with a passion I didn’t know was possible to have for a job. And that job encourages time with family – no more missing Thanksgivings, no more worrying I won’t have time to see all our families for Christmas. I have friends now who are accessible in a physical sense, rather than just via the internet or phone.
I turn 24 tomorrow.
Bring it on.