So this is the New Year

It's 2013. Let's evaluate.

I'm nearly 25 years old. A quarter of the way to death, as I like to say. I have a really cool, kind and handsome husband, a nice house, a car that works, and a (no adjective here because it would be ungrateful) job. I can't shouldn't complain. Still I, like every other human being my age, am wondering what comes next. There are no bars set for me. There is no graduation looming. I don't have to make "A's and B's Because I Try" anymore (Didn't everyone have an ABBIT bumper sticker in elementary school?). So as most quarter-life crisis's go, I've decided it's time to set some goals. But...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO.

Of course, everyone is asking, "Where are your babies," and "Where do you see yourself in five years?" I kindly reply, "Uh..." and stare blankly.

Sometimes we're like, "Yes, let's have kids. We're getting old." But then we remember that we live in west Texas, and contrary to popular belief, it's actually okay to wait and have children until you're 27ish or whatever.

Sometimes we're like, "Let's go move to Kenya for a year. Allie is moving back soon, she can lease our house." (Kisumu, Kenya)

Sometimes we're like, "Let's move - Texas Forever - and get cool jobs and live in a sweet, industrial loft." (like this)

And then sometimes we're like, "We really like Amarillo."

I know you're asking, "Why am I reading this?"

And I'm asking, "Why are you reading this?"

I'm hoping that my writing this will help me keep track of the things in my life that I love and the things I want to change.

So here's to 2013.