It was my birthday on Friday. I turned 25. And, the older I get, the less excited I get about birthdays. Don’t get me wrong, I still force people to come out and celebrate with me…. but really, it is just an excuse to go out drinking and have fun for a night. What really got me this year is how nostalgic it all has made me. I don’t tend to get nostalgic on my birthdays… mostly I just want a good time with good people.

But there is something about being 25… maybe it’s the fact that my Mum was this old when she started trying for me. Maybe it’s the fact that Tyson and I have been together for over a quarter of our lives. Maybe it’s the fact that I have (statistically) probably reached the quarter mark. Or it could just be that I’ve been undergoing a lot of change lately, and a year older is just another milestone.

There’s not even one moment that I am feeling most nostalgic and confused over… rather, I keep thinking about the future, the past and how we’re going to be in the next few years. Especially my relationship. And especially Tyson. I’m sure everyone does the same, but I don’t have a high tendency to do so on a regular basis… it makes me stress and then I start to drive everyone in my life completely nuts. BUT… maybe it’s not such a bad thing that I’m finally thinking about a future, it means that for the first time in my life, I actually believe that I have one…