25 years ago I was conceived in a tiny air base in the California desert. Crazy to think that it has been that long. I can remember anxiously awaiting other milestones in my life: First day of high school, graduation, turning 21. Sadly, 25 isn't one of those memorable milestone years. Sure, you can rent a car and it wont cost you an arm and a leg, but that's about it.
I don't feel any older and honestly, I think I act a little more childish and dorky as each year passes. I don't mind either. The way I think of it, if you cant have fun and joke around, you just ain't enjoying life. And that is what I intend to do for the 25th year of being alive. Moving back to Seattle, meeting up with old friends, missing friends in Spokane, getting familiar with my new job and learning a lot. Should be a ton of fun. Hopefully I will live long enough to live up to the message displayed on my cake this year:
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