The Youngest Blog.

Dec. 11, 2010 at 1:31am with 69 notes

Just finished up the age of 23. It wasn’t too bad. Kicked it off eating pancakes. Went to Australia with one of my favorite friends. Jumped out of a plane over the pacific ocean an hour south of Sydney. Spoke in Lima, Peru. Toured the US and Canada. Experienced a commercial-like Labor Day in Brooklyn. Got introduced to Shake Shack. Cried when I had to leave it. Ate it by a lake in Central Park with my friend and lady who has put up with my inconsistency as a person and loving me through it all. Built a fort out of my entire apartment. Seriously. Walked into Hogsmeade and felt a sense of belonging. Acknowledged that sense of belonging and that it might be weird to some and for the first time didn’t care, smiled, and accepted every bit of my inner and outer geek. Drank butterbeer. Went on a Forbidden Voyage. Ran into the Atlantic Ocean with all my clothes on. Jumped a fence onto private property. Jumped a fence off of private property onto the side of a busy highway at 10 at night. Walked a mile home soaked head to toe. Smiling. Consumed 73 gallons of sweet tea. Ate Chick-fil-A. A lot. Ate a Turkish Burger. Walked the streets of Vegas wearing suspenders with my hair slicked back Draper-style. Had an old friend and her incredible mother drive to sit on asphalt with me all day in my hometown just so we could have dinner that night. I did drink once or twice or twelve times. Only drank too much about 30% of those times. Once was at a very high altitude so that percentage is technically skewed. Yes I’d like to keep telling myself that. I danced a lot. I told myself I’d learn to play piano. I didn’t learn to play piano. I read a fictional book about a fictional boy who lost his fictional father in an non-fictional event that happened on September 11, 2001. I got heavy boots. I saved up to buy a Canon 5D. I bought experiences instead. And my first pair of sunglasses. I dove head first at sunset into the Indian Ocean. I balanced the moon on my fingertip. This year I think I’ll try for the sun in the palm of my hand.

Walked with God. Told him to go on ahead without me a few times. Felt true forgiveness. Felt true grace. Conquered my past. Fell apart in familiar territory.

If I learned anything this year it’s that adventures are always closing in. Never compare one to the other. Get rid of the word “bored” from your vocabulary and enjoy the downtime in between them all no matter how long that might last. Because when you’re in the middle of something that is more than you ever expected, all you’ll want to do is be home with a friend and a book.