The Big Two-Five.

So, I turned 25 on Monday. The big two-five. Whatever that means.

As usual—or at least as is usual since about 22 or 23—I had a bit of a life crisis/panic moment. But I think that’s wearing off day by day. I’m just really old, you know?

Most of my team forgot my birthday. But that’s understandable. And OK with me.

Kimmie certainly didn’t. She left me a whole week’s worth of presents—one for each day—that Mendy would put out each morning. (Kim is up in Northern Kenya at the moment.) I got candy and a ninja sword (don’t ask) and Pringles (!!!) and a really sweet water bottle. Apparently, I’ve very, very loved. :) She also text messaged good ol’ Chanda from Korr on a sat phone to tell him it was my birthday. What a dear.

And I certainly wasn’t lonely here. Mendy (the girl who has opened her house to me to stay in) made a delicious cake and we went to a movie with a group of expats, most of whom I’ve met just recently. It was a fun day.

Also, in a really funny twist, I got a handful of mail—mostly Christmas cards! And two really amazing packages from home—also Christmas gifts. :) Ted brought the stack back from the hangar and said, “Gosh, Andi, did you have a birthday recently or something?” Haha. Also ironic, I guess.

So, all in all, a pretty decent 25th birthday.