I'm turning 26. Happy Birthday.
10 years ago I looked back at my first post - I was a little girl describing about my days working at a small brownie shop in town. The next few years there were rant posts on my assignments, and followed by a 2-year gym ratty kind of life that I was obsessed with. A few years later I find myself always carrying my Nikon D80 wherever I go, anything for pictures. I was that kind of girl.
Now I'm 26. I deal less with all of those things. Especially the photos part. The same commute to and from work every single day, the things I've begun to notice around me starts to disappear. I'm not sure how I feel. And a thousand and one articles on the net tells me that if you're in your mid-twenties and you don't know what to do, you'll be okay. I guess it resonates, and then I'll be okay.
Tick tock tick tock.