Quarter Century Turning Point

The year is 2012 and today I'm twenty-five years old. Twenty five never seemed that old to me before, until it was pointed out that I'm a quarter of a century old. That's still not bad and I bet that in another quarter century I'd be glad to be back here on this day. It's been a full and rewarding 25 years, though. Sure I'm still in college, unmarried, and childless when many of my friends have their degrees, are married or engaged, and  a few have begun raising a family of their own. But over the last quarter century I have seen much of the United States, fallen in love with history and music, traveled the whole length of the American West Coast numerous times,  and lived life to the fullest of my abilities. I have experienced amazing adventures, and tragic loss. And it has all brought me to where I am at the dawn of this new quarter.

Here I sit in the public library in Brookline Massachusetts, where for the next two and a half years I will be dedicating my existence to the astute and noble study of history. Before the decade of my roaring twenties is out I will have my bachelors degree and an acceptance into a graduate school of study. I will find the woman with whom I wish to begin a family and settle into that life whilst working to provide for that family and enriching myself through education. I do not in the least bit regret my roaring twenties, but the sun has set on the first quarter century, (and hopefully, I'm only a quarter of the way through my lifespan), and with the dawn of this new quarter brings a more responsible, rounded individual with goals and aspirations and the tenacity and wherewithal to achieve them in swift and efficient timing. Now, I'm off to buy a hat and some Boston clam chowder for my birthday gift and feast.