Turning 25

It's less than a week away... My dreaded 25th birthday.

I don't really know why I'm so scared about turning 25. It's seems like some kind of magic number, a turning point, a big mark. Like when your 25 you need to be something remarkable, do something remarkable, and have done several remarkable things.
I do not, however, (and this is key) know what else I'd would have wanted to accomplish, except for having gotten a new job before Friday.

• I have graduated from a bachelor of sciences with great grades.
• I left home when I was 17.
• When I was 18 I moved to new zealand, totally alone and with no money, and had the best year of my life.
• I've travelled a lot, including New Zealand, Australia x 2, USA x 4, Africa, Spitsbergen (!), England x 15, and on.
• I have lived with my ex for 3 years, and mathias over 1 year. And in mathias I have met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
• I have figured out what I want to do with my life. I have been brave a tried out so many different things and dared to drop those that weren't right.
• I have been very ill, taken responsibility, worked harder than I can describe, and recovered.
• I have become a person whom I can live with.

It should be okay.

Even if I'm dreading Friday I can't help longing soooo much! Mathias has planned some kind of secret morning surprise and I know the presents will be great because he is so confident with them. And my dear Marre have also got something up her sleeve!

Mom wants to know what I want to do on Friday. Since Mathias is working I'll celebrate with him during the weekend.
But I don't know what to do on Friday... I want to be with mom and marre and have a great day :p