(Ok, ,so it was actually two days ago and I'm lying about the date of this post, but I've been busy. Sue me.)
I received countless phone calls, cards, hugs, wishes, and other gifts, each of which made me smile. Due to the overabundance of lovely people in my life, I've been celebrating since Monday, and I expect to continue through the weekend. Thank you all.
I suppose now that I have lived a quarter of a century, I can no longer call myself a young adult. (Though I still reserve the right to read their books.) I am now a full-blown adult. I earn a paycheck and use it to pay rent, utilities, and car insurance. I have more belongings than will fit in my car, including several pieces of furniture and a washing machine. The only radio station I listen to is NPR. I decide how late I stay out, and whether I brush my teeth before bed (I almost always do). I pay attention to what I eat and have a subscription to Cooking Light magazine.
Of course, most of these things are not recent developments. I think the biggest change in the last year for me was in the people around me. My friends have gone from being in student mode (single or lightly relationshipped, primary concern is studies, with a healthy dose of social activity) to being in adult mode. I have friends who are engaged, married, and having children. And they're not much older than I am.
A year ago, it was a shock to observe this change. It's certainly not something I had considered. I'm still in student mode. But I've become accustomed to the thought. This summer I have three weddings to attend, and two other friends getting married as well. I'm starting to feel in the minority.
Still, I've never been one to rush into anything before I'm ready.