Tomorrow is May. I'm not sure how it's happened so quickly. This year is flying past in a blur. Wasn't it just New Years'? I've only just gotten used to calling Brad my fiance, and in just 71 days he will be my husband. The day after we will be off on a trip to Mexico (I think I'm more excited about that than the wedding itself. I haven't had a real vacation in years).
In 3 weeks, I will turn 27. I can't believe it's been 10 years since I was 17. From the time I was 8, watching Saved by the Bell on TV, 17 was my ideal age. While I'm aware that I'm no longer 17 (and my brain does not work the same way, thankfully), I don't feel any older than that....except for when I go into a bar.
It also feels weird when I say, "When I was in college." Especially since it's been 5 years since college graduation, but I could swear I was just there, in my hooded school sweatshirt carrying around my army green messenger bag and designing the layout of the student newspaper.