10.02.2006
Freedom
Work got you down? I've decided to see what happens when you retire at age 25. So far the results are as follows: I've ridden bikes every day, entered 2 races in as many weekends, organized and cleaned almost the entire house, added several varieties to "the green wall" in the backyard, re-potted all my neglected house plants, prepared some really tasty home cookin' dinners, introduced a system to the embarassing corner we've been calling our home office, dabbled in some part-time work, raced my first Alley Cat scavenger hunt and - look at me - now I'm blogging!
I keep telling Jeremiah to think of exciting adventures, like where can we go this winter when the icy weather hits the Virginia mountains. With no job tying me to Harrisonburg, the possibilities are endless. But, Jeremiah keeps forgetting that, and every time I come up with a new warm weather locale and tell him we can go there for the entire month of say, January, he responds with excited amazement, 'Oh my gosh! You don't have a job! We can go ANYWHERE!"
It's turned into a fun game.
But seriously, retirement at 25 is sweet.
Now, all we need is to upgrade the Jetta to a wagon, or better yet a Touareg, and we can pack up our things and head out on a quest for the sweetest singletrack!
Living the dream,
Erin
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