Bonne anniversaire!

My second birthday!

It’s official. I’m in my mid-twenties.

Today marks my 24th birthday, and it’s been an amazing year, for sure. Last night, as I stood outside Town Hall, waiting for the School Board meeting I was covering for the paper to begin, I thought to myself, “I cannot believe how different my life is from just a few years ago.” And truly it is.

And to celebrate this milestone blog-style, I’m going to do the same thing I did last year, which I stole from Jennifer at the time (and sort of did again this year), not even realizing she shared the same birthday. So if you haven’t done so yet, go wish Ms. Free and Flawed a Happy 25th!

As for me*, in 24 years I’ve…

Thrown up on someone’s car one time.
Been tattooed twice (so far).
Learned that I feel mighty good after just three drinks.
Gone from having two parents to four parents.
Watched the first five seasons of One Tree Hill repeatedly.
Had six different jobs.
Always loved the number seven.
Moved eight times.
Added blonde highlights to my hair since I was nine.
Been to Ocean City, Md. at least ten times.
Written numerous news articles, but the first was when I was eleven (I think).
Traveled to twelve states, including the two I’ve lived in.
Never believed thirteen was truly bad luck.
Waited ’til fourteen years old for my first kiss.
Certainly kissed more than fifteen boys since then.
Been blogging at “A MinD in MoTown” for sixteen months.
Lived alone (for the first time) for the last seventeen months.
Left the country for the first, and only, time at eighteen.
Had my tongue pierced since I was nineteen.
Always been exactly twenty years younger than my father.
Moved 500 miles away from home at the age of twenty-one.
Spent more than twenty-two minutes trying to complete this.
Been a paid journalist for twenty-three months.

Today, I am officially twenty-four.

And to close out this birthday post, here’s a couple photos of me over the years. Some aren’t so flattering due to the lovely haircut – mullet, if you will – my mother decided I should have. Thanks a ton, Mom. For that and the whole giving-birth-to-me thing. =)

Faded demin. Sweeeeeet.

Seventh birthday? Eighth? I'm not too sure, but I certainly looked adorable in this red dress.

I'm in the back, but that would be my oh-so-awesome little brother (he's now 22) in the front.

* Thinking of new things for this list will not be simple.

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