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A couple of weeks ago, I turned 33. I have no issues with this itself. The odd thing is that I was never quite sure that I would quite reach that age.

You see, when I was young, I was into all that “New Age” stuff. I did some reading into palmistry and decided that my lifeline was really short,and broken. According to the diagram in the book, somewhere in my twenties there was this huge split. This split didn’t reach very far in either direction so it’s not like there was going to be a better road or anything.
So, here I am, at thirty-three, and still kicking.

What could that split have meant? What could have been that grand life event that could cause something that would make such a break?

Well… I don’t know.

Here are some guesses, though. (in no particular order)

1. I met my now husband, C, and was married at twenty five. Anyone who knows me, knows that choosing just one person to spend the rest of my life with was tantamount to declaring “I am an island!”

2. I became a citizen of the US. This may not seem a huge thing since I had been (legally) living here since I was a toddler, but after the process taking 3 years from filing the paperwork to actually being sworn in, it was a journey in itself.

3. C and I packed up all of our stuff and moved from Florida to Kentucky. We left all of our family and friends behind and started an entirely new life. I had always grown up with family literally living right next door (or super close by). Have you seen that movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding? In a lot of ways, that was my life, except for the actual full-on wedding thing.

4. I applied for and accepted a role in the Disney College Program.  This was the first time where I was completely responsible for myself.  I was earning my own money, living with roommates for all over, and learning more about myself in those four months than I had in the twenty one years before that.  I came back home a completely different person.  I knew that I could rely and take care of myself and not have to depend on my parents for every little thing, much to my dad’s chagrin.   I could say that this was when I actually “grew up.”