It has been 3 years since I last blogged. Three.Years. I'm closer to 30 than I am 25. I have stocks. I have an INVESTMENT plan. I found my first forehead wrinkle not too long ago and had the realization that I can no longer tolerate parties where I don't have at least 2 feet of personal space and access to a bathroom with organic soap and a fresh hand towel. When people text me at 7:30 on a weekend to ask if I have plans (assuming I have friends, which...I don't yet -working on it I swear, it's legit on my to-do list.) I bust out laughing at the idea of leaving my home past dark. I grow legitimately concerned when I see a girl in an outfit showing both her legs AND boobs. I recently tied a sweater around my shoulders. AROUND.MY.SHOULDERS. Yep. I've really grown up. Sliding into my 30s like a dog on a linoleum kitchen floor - reluctant but also wondering if there are snacks on the other side. I guess the biggest thing in my life recently is Ironman. In case...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.