Twenty-five was so good to me.
It happens. These birthday things. Today, more than ever, it feels good to be alive, to celebrate another year. Twenty five tops out right now, as the most epic year yet. I made the best decision I have ever made in my life, and married an incredible person. I got a new name for doing so. We bought a house together, and are in the process of making it a home. Yet, it still seems as though we have one foot out the door (well two if you count both of our one feet).
In my 25th year I went to Portugal, and then got to go to England for the 3rd time. I went to Bellingham, my hometown, and went sailing on the bay that taught me how. I also went to Hawaii and photographed a close friends wedding.
The week of my own wedding I spent up in the beautiful mountains of Oregon, snowboarding and celebrating with the coolest people I know. I also got to get my dad on skis for the first time in 25 years, a day I will never forget. Mt. Hood feels like our mountain now, like home really.
Twenty-five was so good to me. I know they won’t all be like that. They haven’t all been like that. But the lows help to appreciate the highs, and if I can reside somewhere in the middle, at least most of the time, then I think I’ll be alright. Twenty-five was so good to me.
I feel like I want to freeze time, and be here for just a little while longer. Not forever, just a little bit more. So on my last day of being twenty-five, I did a self portrait.