Sometimes I forget my age when people ask how old I am; I’ll say I’m 23, no wait…I’m about to be 25. I’ve been blessed to travel more and see more of the world than most people do in their entire lives.
It feels like the years have flown since I graduated from Texas A&M, yet time has stood still since going on the Race. I’ve been home on and off for the past two years, so it seems as though things should be the same as when I left. I see friends with children and it doesn’t register in my mind that they’re actually their children; in my mind they are simply babysitting.
I adore spending time with my family & best friends and catching up on life; at the same time, turning 25 has brought about some moments of reflection. Am I truly satisfied that my life looks a lot different than those closest to me? Am I content that my dreams lead me away from the ones I love the most?
