the year of 25.

last year, i turned 25. 25 also happens to be my lucky number. so unlike most people my age, i was not afraid of the dreaded, quarter-life crisis. i was excited because the number 25 has done nothing in my life but bring me good fortune, and wonderful memories. well, despite having an amazing birthday…

call me crazy.

my story doesn’t start here. no, as a matter of fact, i would say the story started six months ago – but that also isn’t true. the truth is that this story began long before I ever realized it. but you’ll learn about that. for now, we’ll start here. in one month, i plan to…