Quarterlife
This is my belated birthday post. I missed it by a couple of weeks, but I wanted to put something about not being 25 any more. I honestly think this might have been my favorite year yet. I can't say that defininitively because it's entirely possible that some of the popsicles-bare-feet-and-tree-climbing years would have given it a run for its money, but I really, really, really liked 25. And actually, I probably had at least one popsicle, definitely ran around barefoot, and definitely climbed a tree or two within this past year. Here are some of the things I did for the first time while I was 25 (in chronological order):