I wish that I could be a California Girl...

Ah yes, the return from the beautiful city of Los Angeles. And now I'm back in the too-hot-too-humid city of Atlanta. I came to a realization a few weeks ago that a LOT of my closest friends have moved away. Soph is in LA, Meggie is in Oregon, Serena's in Charlotte, Catharine is in New York, J-baz is in Charleston, Carly is in Chicago and MK is in San Diego. And I'd almost take it personally if they didn't each have legit reasons for wanting to move to the places they've moved to. Whether it's for school, a new job, a non-profit, or to be closer to family, every single one of them has valid reasons for wanting to high-tail it out of Georgia and be at least 5 hours away from me. And yes, it's extremely narcissistic of me to make their change of geography all about me but I guess when birthdays roll around it makes me feel extremely lonely. And I kind of take it personally even though I know it's not their intent and I know I shouldn't. But yeah, the big 2-5 this year. ugh. It makes my neck hurt - must be growing pains, right?

Doom's Day is rapidly approaching

So most of you know that I am a 24-year-old, Atlanta native. Yep, 24. Which means the big 2-5 is rapidly approaching. And I'm not happy about it one bit. 25! That sounds so old! I guess that when I was younger, I thought that by the time I turned 25 I'd have my life figured out. And that is FAR from the case. I'll be 25 in less than 2 months and aside from having a steady job, I pretty much have NOTHING else figured out. And the steady job is really just exactly that. It's not necessarily what I want to settle into and do for the rest of my life (i'm still figuring that out) but it's a time-killer and a money-maker for the time being. Keeps food on the table and a roof over my head...and allows me to lead an extravagant lifestyle fork over the rest to the state, much to my chagrin.