I know I'm a bad blogger, but life has been incredibly busy these past few weeks. Life has a way of getting in the way and changing all kinds of thoughts.

I recently turned 25,(two days ago) and I spent the day laying in bed with the flu. I had plenty of time of think and cry. I cried for the life I though I would have and the life that I wanted. I cried because I hate being sick, and I cried because I can't believe my life has turned out the way it has.

If you had told me 10 years ago that I would have bought a house, be living by myself in a small town a few hours from my family, I would have died laughing and said that you would have to be kidding. I honestly thought that I was going to be married with at least one child, teaching and just loving life. I didn't think I would be in this much debt and I thought I would be happy.

Not that I'm unhappy. As much as I can't believe this is where I have ended up, I can't imagine that I would be happy any other way. I realized that I love that this is the way that life has turned out. I'm happy with my friends, my house and my decisions so far. 25 years, and I'm glad its turned out like this. I can't wait to see what the next 25 years has to hold.