Eight Years

I started this blog in December 2005 that was eight years ago, EIGHT!
Wow.
In that time I've graduated high school, dealt with death in a completely new way, gone away to college, gone out of the country on my own, graduated college, worked for a whole year like a normal person with an 8-5 job, gone back to school and applied to veterinary school.
Also in that time I've watched 2 nieces grow older and 3 nephews be born and grow.
I've gone from being a teenager to being officially in my mid-twenties.
Thirty is looming ever closer mostly because I will be looking it right in the eye if I manage to get into and through vet school.
But while I know I have changed in the last 8 years, its only been this past 1 year that I feel more changed than ever before.
I still have a lot left to experience but last year I was still kind of stuck and angsty and worried about relationships. Kind of like, I have to have a romantic relationship to save face in the world. I need to be coupled off with a person for X amount of time for it to be worthy and then maybe I will be happy. Thats where I was last year.
Thats not where I am this year.
This year I am decidedly less angsty. My life is happy, though I could stand to move out of my parents house- I dont push it because I know it will happen, eventually. I have friends getting engaged and married left and right and I am genuinely happy. Like whoa- who knew that I would be excited to go to so many weddings? And I even look forward to them believing that there won't be someone on my arm. I am me, I am actually a pretty cool, though oftentimes boring person and I am ok with who I am. Really. For like the first time I am happy being me. Just me. Period.
I am not looking for that relationship to define myself as a normal person- lets just go with the fact that I am not normal in that respect though incredibly, totally normal in other respects.
I am better at depending on myself for support- I dont always like it and there are times when all I want in this world is a hug, but I get through it.
And while I might be in a holding pattern right now as far as where my life is going. I will know definitively my moves for at least the next year in approximately 106 days.
Times are a changing, people. Hold on!