The Quarter-Century Arrives

Today, is the day.

The day I usher in my 25th year and say sayonara to the first quarter (ideally) of my life.

I don’t know if you can tell, but I find this a wee bit depressing.

Which is simply not acceptable since it’s my birthday, and it comes with everything that entails, like an ice cream cake, presents, a birthday dress and many other happy things.

Since it’s not okay to be sad when I’m still a “youngster” (as my younger sister put it…she’s always been an old soul) I started off my birthday by compiling a list of the all the great things about life in general.

And since that was so broad I started to stress myself out, I decided to find 25 simple things that prove the cliche “it’s the little things.”

1. Crossing things off my life to-do list. (If I start counting how much I still need to do I cry. So I re-cross off a lot). To broaden it, crossing anything off any  list makes me quite content.

2. Pets. All of them I’ve ever had have brought some smiles to my life. Even the frog my sister killed. Even my brother’s snake. (I suppose I can’t really remember when the snake itself made me smile. It’s a snake. But it was named Fluffy so that brings a smile).

3. The Office.

4. Love.

talk about love. these two (my crazy grandparents) just had their 60TH anniversary!

5. Baby things. Baby animals, mostly.

6. Trees.

7. Coffee.

8.  A birthday dress.

9. Fall fashion.

LIKE THESE BOOTS.

10. A new planner.

FOR MY NEEEEEW SCHOOL!

11. Instagrammin.’

12. Helping my best friend with her wedding. Even though I might go insane, it’s really fun. And watching another of my best friends getting happily married, too… 🙂

happy happy bride!

13. BIRTHDAY CARDS!

LOOK AT THIS CARD MY FRIEND MADE ME. AH-MAZING.

14. My dog that wags her tail every time I look at her.

LOOK. AT. THAT. FACE.

15. Books with happy endings.

16. Ordering new glasses.

17. Travel books.

18. Ice cream cake. And cake in general. And cupcakes. Especially from friends on your birthday!

LOOK AT THIS PRETTY, PRETTY CUPCAKE.

19. Humans are lucky: we get a lot of fresh starts. Even if we have a short life, every day is fresh.

20. Yoga…outside.

that’s my grandma again, doing yoga. Outside. And she’s way better than me. I might be ashamed if I wasn’t just in awe.

21. The best month of the year (besides December and October…) living up to my high standards.

22. Finishing my AmeriCorps hours!  Service year, check!

23.  My peeps. (And the fact that I’m lucky enough to have peeps, and to have peeps who don’t stop talking to me because I call them “my peeps.” I am eternally grateful that none of my friends have ever disowned me…including the Boyfriend…when I let my love of vernacular and accents carry me away. Sometimes this happens in very public places so really, thanks, peeps.)

24. The Boyfriend. (Read this post. I’m lucky).

25. Oh YEAH! Redesigning my blog and finally getting back into it make me really, really happy. (And I hope this makes YOU happy, too).

Airports

Here I am, sitting in the Minneapolis airport by myself sipping coffee.

And you know what?

I love it.

I love all airports.

Please tell me someone else out there has this strange love affair.

It’s not that they are a glorious valhalla of the world’s cuisine.

Or that everyone is so friendly you can’t help but smile.

Or that they smell like flowers.

Nor is it the lovely security that is always easy, stress-free, fast, and never the place where you are praying it isn’t your feet you’re smelling.

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Really, it’s the possiblity that makes me love airports.

I love that here is the open door to anywhere.

I could hop on a plane and jet off to Paris and be sipping this cafe-au-lait while people watching, with the Eiffel Tower out of the corner of my eye.

I could fly over to Belize for some reefs and ruins.

I could fly to Alaska to kayak among the glaciers and whales and polar bears.

I could fly to China to sleep on the Great Wall.

Airports are symbols of the most exciting times of my life: the first time I flew, when I went to Switzerland at 15 and officially got hooked on traveling.

The first time I flew alone, to the lake in California.

When I went to visit the Boyfriend in the Seattle–the first time I visited a boy and his family.

When the Boyfriend and I flew over the Cascades together–one of the most beautiful flights I’ve been on, and I was traveling with a boy for the first time.

When I went to Peru, terrified and alone, clutching my English-Spanish dictionary.

When I went to Southeast Asia with my cousin, with months of unplanned traveling and volunteering stretching seemingly endlessly ahead of us.

Despite the fact that I always get nervous going through security, I always end up eating junk food and getting sick, I love airports.

They represent the adventure of life, my dreams of seeing the world, and the forming of my independence. They have forced me out of my shell, warned me to keep my passport close at all times (and that leaving it in the bathroom of a Peruvian airport will only lead to bad things), helped me start seeing the great world, and showed me that where I come from deserves some love, too.

Being in an airport reminds me that life is the great world and that I’m just getting started.

Even if right now I’m just flying from Minneapolis to Denver.