This is a point in my life where I feel settled.  Not completely- wouldn't be comfortable with that.  But I've found my place in the world, so to speak, at least for today.  I'm not at that place when I'd been here for a month or two and was struggling to find a job and friends and any sense of community or friendship or whatnot.  In fact, it seems more like a nightmare- something I know that I experienced not too long ago, but because of things going rather well now, it's natural to think this is how they should be or always have been.  Then I browsed some NCU buddies on myspace, and the ones I found were in different parts of the country and in different relationships than how I knew them back then.  There are pregnant women.  None that I was friends with, but to see big bellies and ultrasounds and everything of my peers is rather cool/strange.  I think pregnant women are beautiful- always have.  and some maternity clothes are pretty cute, too.  I'm so goofy sometimes.  I'm not in a rush.  Of course I'd like to see snapshots of the future, and sometimes I do wish we could skip ahead, but at least as far kids go, I look forward to spending time with my husband (Lord-willingly) before they come along.

on another note, I plan on celebrating 24 years for 24 hours 8-8.  I've been thinking of what I can eat or drink a little of each hour, but honestly, nothing sounds good.  If I took a shot, I would both be a) dead by the end of the day and b) be drunk at work and drinking on the job.  None of that sounds too appealing.  Even my beloved tiramisu sounds like too much to even eat throughout a day.  Maybe I'll vary it up and make each bite/drink represent that year of life, like at midnight would be milk, sometime around noon would be a swiss cake roll...  I wish I had a jet or time portal or something, and could visit all of my friends and family that day.  Any day, actually.