What a chore, I'm 24

So I turned 24 last week. I used to always think of 25 as the time when I would have a career, house, husband, dog, etc. I'm satisfied with my life thus far, and the ways things have turned out. There's still so much I want to do and accomplish, but that's what the next 24 years are for, eh?

I went to a wolf refuge where my cousin works for my birthday, and he showed us how to feed the wolves. The rest of the weekend was spent lounging around with parents and getting spoiled. Going home is always great.

Speaking of which, we've mostly nixed the Washington idea. The reason for going would be to live by the ocean . . . but what else? Our family and friends are here, and we both have jobs that we enjoy and can build on. So, for now, we're staying put.

Grad school is great, I love what I'm learning and being able to use it. The next month will bring a slew of papers and tests. 1.5 more months to go.

Halloween is in two weeks. It's always been one of my favorite holidays, but we didn't celebrate it last year because we were in New Zealand. The kiwis didn't seem to know what Halloween was, but our Korean flatmates did, and said they wanted to go trick or treating . . . I don't remember if we did or not.

I saw two friends of mine this weekend - one of whom I know from college and the other I hadn't seen since high school - and they really renewed my spirit, such strong, interesting women.