Tuesday, September 27, 2016
My husband and I are both 25 years old, and it's been a roller coaster, to say the least.
New jobs. Promotions. More responsibilities. New projects. Bigger goals.
We're just a month away from our first wedding anniversary, and we're in the midst of looking for our first home to purchase.
Even though life is crazy, changing and hectic, I still wanted to document what twenty-five feels like. Because it feels good.
Twenty-five seems like such a monumental age. A quarter of a century, some may say! To us, it's that awkward yet sweet spot between the teen years and the ripe old age of 30. Gulp.
At twenty-five, we're super preoccupied with our goals, like buying a house, even though that task makes us absolutely crazy. We've fallen into tough and trying times at our jobs, but we finally can see our hard work come to fruition and we can see the impact it's having on our lives.
Now more than ever, we openly discuss our hopes and dreams. Sometimes it feels like if I confide in my husband about these things, they'll actually come true. Because if it's the two of us working toward something, you'd have to damn near kill us to stop us. Sure, we're stubborn, but for all the right reasons.
I want to remember twenty-five as the year we went for what we wanted, and we got it. I don't want to have a future full of regret.
But I'm also realizing that we have so much left to learn and experience. That thought would have scared me at 24 years old. But now, I kinda like it.