My 25th year of life is not exactly what I thought it would be. I am not saying that is is bad, but if you were to ask me in June what it could be like, well it would be different. It’s that word, plan, that little word that changes so much. If my plans had not changed, I would have just moved home from San Diego for holidays and started to prepare for my six month adventure to Fiji come January. However, I have been home for two months now and am back in grad school for a second time. I am working a part time job. I am no longer going to Fiji due to mother nature and I have not gone scuba diving since the end of July.
Being 25 I have seen countless posts of engagements and wedding announcements on social media. Heck, even babies have been born from people who are 25, older or younger than me. I have no boyfriend because perhaps I am too picky or just have been looking for love in all the wrong places, but I am single. There was a time in my life, say six months ago where I did not want a boyfriend because I was going to be living halfway across the world for six months. At the age of 25 I feel as it is okay for me to admit that I would enjoy being in a relationship. It gets old being the single one all time, and having your parents talking about playing matchmaker, no offense Dad. As much as I do get my feathers ruffled and wonder why I am still single, I am happy I am. I could not imagine being married right now. The last few relationships ended for a reason. It would be a miserable marriage. I still want to explore and do fun things on my own.
It is perfectly okay to want to stay at home at 9pm on a Friday or Saturday and have a West Wing marathon on Netflix. Really, any TV show that makes a night at home alone go fast by yourself. Sometimes a beer or a glass of wine might even be involved. Better yet, have some girlfriends over and swoon over Rob Lowe or Josh Lyman. It is perfectly acceptable.
Travel. Take that trip to Europe. Work on a sailboat (still trying to accomplish this). Work as a raft guide. Do something fun before going back to school or while you are trying to find yourself. When my brother was my age he spent six months hiking the Appalachian Trail. Move away from your home state, and not just for college. I moved to Savannah, GA for graduate school as many of you are aware. Although the program did not work out in the way I though it would, it opened my eyes. Moving to San Diego did the same thing. Am I still sad to be back? Yes and no. There are times where I want to be living someplace else, but I know that at this moment I am supposed to be here, in Nashville.
Being 25 is amazing. It can also be sad and frustrating when you are trying to find a date to a weddings so you’re not the single person there. Have fun figuring out your life, I know I am. Take it in strides. Plan trips with your close friends, and it is okay to have three friends that you can always count on compared to ten that are who knows where.
Most importantly, be yourself. It will fall into place. Life will happen. Do not rush it.