Yesterday I turned 25, and it feels unexpectedly really good.
I’ll be honest, last year when I turned 24 I was kinda-actually-really freaking out about turning 25. I mean twenty five is no longer in your “young twenties” and I felt like that was a real, grown-up-age ya know?
But when my birthday snuck up on me this year [seriously, is it already almost April?!!] I felt really at peace and excited for this 25th year.
Never, ever, ever…ever, ever…did I imagine turning 25 would then be followed with moving to NYC to attend Columbia University to become a Nurse Practitioner. If you would have asked me last year what I thought I’d be doing when I was 25, I would have told you, “working at Revolution Health Center, living in Charlottesville, and hopefully training for the Boston marathon.”
Well, you guys…I am so glad I was wrong because I think reality is so much better 🙂
I’m not working at Rev [although I love that place and those people!], instead I’m doing Nutshell full time, which has been incredible and something I’m so grateful for, and I’m definitely NOT running the Boston marathon. Actually, except for some spontaneous jogs, I’m not really running at all.
So instead of running the Charlottesville 10 miler on Saturday, which is my favorite foot race ever, Kelly and I went out and cheered for Jess as she crushed it on Saturday morning!
We got coffee afterward and then since it was so cold and so rainy our vineyard plans fell through. So instead I took a two hour nap and took myself shopping. It was awesome.
And then a few of my closest girlfriends got together at Bang for drinks and delicious eats. Thank you so, so much to Whit for putting this together. It was such a sweet way to spend my birthday and my heart was so happy to have all these beautiful friends together one last time before I move. I can’t put into words how grateful I am for them and how much I’m going to miss them…there ain’t a word in the dictionary ya’ll.
We sipped martinis, ate all kinds of Asian tapas and coconut rice..oh coconut rice I heart thee…and then I was asleep by 11pm. Because I might be 25, but really I’m 89 when it comes to my bedtime.
My momma got into town Saturday night, so Sunday morning I woke of starving and we zipped straight to Whole Foods to drink lots of coffee and eat omelets and oatmeal.
Then we churched, and after, since it was rainy and cold, vineyards plans fell through again. So instead we went shopping at Short Pump in Richmond all day and then she cooked a Mexican fiesta when we got home. After pondering and pondering what I wanted to eat on my birthday for dinner all I wanted was Mexican. And it was cold and rainy so all I wanted to do was eat it in my pajamas all cozied up in my apartment.
But while my mom was cooking, all of a sudden the skies cleared and I had to go outside for a evening jog under this sunset. I am still gushing over how beautiful it was! I jogged 3 miles with some walking mixed in and it was the happiest run.
When I think about my 25th year I’m so excited. My brother is getting married, two of my college girlfriends are tying the knot in Minneapolis and Chicago, one is having her bachelorette party in Austin [!!] and I’ll be trying my darndest to settle into NYC and survive this nursing program. It’s going to be a whole lotta crazy fun.
I have no idea what the rest of the year will hold, but I hope it’s filled with crazy adventure.
And delicious food.
And really good wine.
And sweet friends, both old and new.
And lots of love.
And laughing till my stomach hurts.
And life lessons.
And a hot husband.