If you ask my brother, he'll tell you "this is nothing to write home about." It's merely a marker on the side of the road indicating I'm half way to 30... which is basically 40... which is over-the-hill. Great. (Thanks, Andy.)
If that's all true & it really is all downhill from here on out then at least I'll be cruising down that hill... in a RENTAL CAR! That's right. The only notable thing about surviving a quarter of a century on this planet are keys to a recently-vacuumed, recently-new-car-smell-sprayed, semi-spacious sedan. Say good-bye to daily underage fees and hello to the open road. Now, my journeys know no limits. They have no bounds... just as long as I fill up the gas tank before returning my temporary travel companion and heading home.
So, Happy Birthday to me! Hello, 25. I'm looking forward to the opportunities and adventures you have in store.