This Sunday I will be turning 36, and I have to say, I loved being 35 and I'm looking forward to my journey to 40. This past week I was thinking about what I was doing 10 years ago, and all I have to say is...... 25 was much different then 35, so I decided to list some of the differences, here we go...
25: Loved going clubbing with my friends. Went out most weekends and sometimes during the week and wouldn't get home until at least 1am.
35: I went to a club a couple of weeks ago for the first time in who knows how long to celebrate a friends birthday (now I only go out for special and mostly preplanned occasions). I only went because the club was down the block from my house. I stayed for 2 hours had 2 watered down drinks, and it took my 2 days to recover.
25: Lived in a 1 bedroom apartment in Flushing, Queens in the same building as my parents.
35: I now live in 2 bedroom apartment in a huge Upper West Side building complex with my husband and 2 children.
25: I was a proud member of the social site Migente.com under the name Firelily where I got to keep up with my friends sexy pictures, and meet guys who were obviously interested in intelligence..
25: After running a teen program for 2 years, I had been told once again from my boss that the organization I worked for lost most of the money for the program I ran, and that I should start looking for another job. This is when my father basically yelled at me to apply for the teaching fellows..
35: After being accepted into the Teaching Fellows program I taught 5 grade & middle school in the the Bronx and Brooklyn. Today I am in my 8th year of teaching and after 7 years of teaching teens I am loving being a 2nd grade ICT Teacher in Brooklyn Heights. I never thought I would love the little ones...
25: If I'm correct I was living with a guy that my friends and family all hated, but I think we broke up after my first year teaching when I was 26. I try to forget the stupid boyfriends...
35: Married to my childhood friend and love of my life, I don't know what took me so long to admit how much I loved him. Thank goodness he never stopped trying to get in touch with me, and I am so glad I picked up the phone 8 years ago even though I didn't recognize the number.
So there you go, some major differences in my life. I was very happy back then and I'm even happier now....I hope to look back in another 10 years with a whole new list of happy differences...
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