Four Years Old

Four years ago I started this blog.
I don't even want to think about the things that have changed since then. It makes my brain hurt.

This isn't even my first blog. It's my third go round at it.
Through all the ups and downs, I'm still here.
Still writing.

I've turned 32. And 31. And 30. And 29.

In four years, I've moved twice. From Codependence Estates to the Guest Room, and from the Guest Room to my apartment.

In four years, I've taught two different grade levels and a special education class.

I've been to Mexico four times, and Guatemala twice. I've been to Padre Island with a great friend who married the guy she was dating at the time and has since gotten a little Korean boy of her very own.

I've posted about a zillion soundtracks and playlists.

The Aunt moved away and I've made about a dozen trips to the magical land called Lubbock.

I've watched my beloved Gators win three National Championships. A basketball and two FB.

And, of course... I have embarassed myself. Spectacularly. On many occasions.

I hope to keep going for four more wild and precious years.