I’m back in my college town. And I just turned 26. But I’m not in college any more. Such a weird feeling. But there’s no turning back now. Let’s do this. A hair past 25, I feel damn lucky for accomplishing so much so far:
I’ve had cats, dogs, turtles, horses, rabbits, birds.
I’ve done a road trip half-way across the country.
I’ve lived in New Orleans for a summer.
I’ve launched a bucket list blog.
I’ve had 456 jobs (or so it seems).
I’ve had my quarter-life crisis already.
Who knows what’s next?
