25 and i’m still here

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So I turned 25 on Friday the 13th and I have to say that I’m not feeling that different at all. In fact I feel the same. But then again, that’s every birthday for me. I always feel the same. I don’t feel different, but everyone around me is making insinuations that I need to be different and think differently and possibly even become a different version of myself. A more grown up version, who wants to get married and have children in the next year or two. But I am not ready to be the version of me, just yet. I still need to be the version that travels and lives in Japan for awhile. The version that goes to Vietnam and sits in cafĂ©’s in Amersterdam. The version that lives in a studio apartment in Paris and runs in the rain on the way to the underground in London. I just feel like a chapter hasn’t been written in my book and that makes me nervous, but I’m also slightly petrified because I don’t want the chapter above to write out my baby making and wife-being stage.
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