Day 271: Quarter of a Century

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I, Lara, am now 25 years old. This is a quarter of a century. This is old.

So far it’s crazy; I’m in a bathrobe watching Friends and editing. Par-tay.

Out at dinner with my friend Lakshmi tonight, who did my India hospital international public health program thing with me, I was referred to as “you know older, like your age” for the first time. It hurt a little bit, especially coming from the overachieving Harvard grad, med school bound hottie sitting across from me. But happily, I am not a planner, so I never had any sense of where I would be at this age, so I feel no real anxiety about not having accomplished anything yet. It is an awfully round number, however, which feels like I have something to live up to. Don't know what it is about multiples of five, but somehow it feels like a real benchmark.

But this is going to be a good year. Here’s what’s going to happen:

Marathon running
Kenya visiting
Africa traveling
Claire getting along-ing
Better staying in-touching
More routine-ing (sorry Claire)
School returning

Go 25! Very exciting as you can see…

In other news, who knew that after midnight all the advertisements became about singles phone lines? Is this what twenty-five-year-olds are supposed to do? I’m disturbed. How exactly do these work? Apparently if I call this one, local singles will show up at my house. Is that legal?