Post # 31
I’m 25 and married with an 18 month old and expecting another baby this November. We bought a house last summer. I’ve been a social worker with the same hospice agency for 3 years and have no plans to change that, I love my job. Some days I feel like a full fledged adult and other days I just want to curl up with a blanket and juice and go nap nap lol.
Post # 32
At 25 I was changing careers, just out of a shitty relationship and just meeting my husband. Living independently, going to shows, hanging out with musicians, traveling.
Post # 33
co_katherine : I didn’t have carefree early 20s, which I think is what’s bothering me now. It’s not acceptable to do 21 year old bullshit when you’re 25, and I never had 21 year old bullshit.
Post # 34
Hah. 25. I had a 6 year old and a 3 year old and was getting divorced. Living in a single wide trailer in the 2nd worst trailer park in a shit town in the middle of the desert.
Life has definitely gotten better since then…
I’m 38 now and a few months ago we were passing through that town and I decided to show DS where I lived when he was born and as we drove past the burnt out cars and meth labs he said “ wow, I’m from the hood! I have street cred now!”
Post # 35
I turned 25 in a state I had lived in for 2 years, in an unstable relationship where all we did was ride motorcycles. I’ll be 31 this summer and being an adult is a lot about improv and realizing very little follows your plans…and learning to accept that🤣
Post # 36
At 25 (which was only two years ago, how time flies) I had just bought my first house with my now fiancé and my career was finally starting to go places. Life has a way of smacking you in the face though. That was the year my brother passed away. It’s still really hard but I’m getting better. I’ve since gotten my fur child (I call him my therapy dog, I got him 2 months after it happened), gotten engaged and my career is still going great. I think that year taught me that you should take nothing for granted because nothing is forever.
Post # 37
I’m 30 now.
At 25, I was living in a different state and was living with and engaged to my first fiancé (I am now married to someone else). I was working as a nurse in a job I loved and still miss. My lifestyle was different since the state I lived in was big on outdoor activities- I did lots of hiking which I miss doing. Still had the same dog I have now (got her at age 22). I had a lot more discretionary income since we were just renting and didn’t have kids or anything. My then-Fiance was still in school after leaving the military so we had a pretty easy schedule, lots of time off together. We went hiking a lot or on little weekend day trips. 25 was actually a pretty good year, except it ended with the breakup of that relationship and a move back to my home state.
5.5 years later, I have been married for almost two years to a different man and we have an 18-month old daughter. We own a house in my hometown and I am two years away from completing my doctoral degree that I started in 2015. I’m now working part time and doing school. We cherish any little bit of time that we are both off work with our daughter! 25 feels like a lifetime ago as pretty much every aspect of my life was different except for my actual career (RN) and my dog. I can’t imagine my life without my husband and daughter in it.
Post # 38
I just had to dig through my photos to figure out where I was in my life. Recently, years have started to blend together. I figured out I was working in Las Vegas as a Casino Beverage Manager after graduation culinary school and then with a degree in Hospitality Management. I had just bought my first house and was living with my now ex. I still live in the same state but have changed careers completely. Now I teach 1st grade and am so much happier.
Post # 39
At 25 I had been working in my field for 3 years and was pregnant with my first baby. We were buying our first home, as well. I was pretty happy with where my life was at that time, it felt like everything was settling into a good pace and we were “growing up”. Little did I know that that type of growing up wasn’t what my ex-husband ultimately would want, but such is life.
I’m now 10 years older and WOW, I have been through so much in the last 10 years. A career change, medical issues with my daughter, being laid off, a divorce, re-married, sold my old home and bought a new one with my new hubby and a second baby and sooo much wiser.
Post # 40
I am 27. At 25 I was working on the second year of my PhD program. I was living with my roommates in new york city (still am) and traveling for 3-4 months out of the year quite regularly. I started dating my current SO at 25 as well.
Not much has changed – same apartment, same PhD program (but much further along), and same SO (and hopefully also further along, but no ring yet!)
Post # 41
I don’t think just because you’re 25 you can’t do dumb shit, I still had plenty of dumb nights into my mid 20s. I’ve definitely cut back now, but live your life, 25 is just a number and doesn’t come connected to a certain behavior standard really, beyond basic financial responsibility.
Im only 27, so 25 wasn’t long ago. I was in my third year teaching, planning to leave that school and move back to the area near my home town to end the 4 years of long distance my now-husband and I had endured. Now 2 years later we got married, bought a car and bought a house, life flies, enjoy it before it’s gone.
Post # 42
As a 22 year old I found this incredibly interesting. Great feed!
Post # 43
I’m 29 now, and when I was 25 I was working on my master’s thesis, working, learning more Spanish and looking forward to turn 26 when I finally were able to finish my master’s degree and move to then-boyfriend’s country. I didn’t think about having kids in the near future and I was happy to be able to finish university. Now I would love to be back again, just not in my two last years hahaha
But at 25 I felt that I had the world at my feet.
Post # 44
At 25 I was living on my own in another state, working on my Ph.D. I had fellowship funding to support myself and was working on a research project that was all my own and fit my interests. My SO and I were long distance, but I was secure in our committment to each other, and I had always planned to move back to our home state when I finished. I was doing well, enjoying my independence, and feeling very confident, though admittedly I was in my own head a lot.
I was 27 when I defended my dissertation, and I moved without a permanent job lined up in my home state because I was ready to move in with my SO and get engaged. I worked a low wage temporary job for which I was overqualified, thinking it could turn into a postdoc position, but that fell through. I ended up unemployed for six months. Meanwhile my SO was distant and unhappy and kept putting off our engagement and causing me to doubt the relationship. My self confidence tanked during this time, I became underweight from loss of appetite, and it took all of my energy to get out of bed to submit job applications and clean the apartment so that I looked productive. Once I used up my earnings from the temp job, I started dipping into my savings to continue paying for my half of the rent and expenses. In addition to doing all of the cleaning and shopping, I also forced myself to learn to cook better because I thought my SO would get out of his funk if I tried harder as a partner. I stopped trying to talk to him about my concerns and chose to just suck it up and chug along and see if things improved once I got a job.
He did get out of his funk, and I did get a job, but then he still kept dragging his feet on getting engaged, so my depression and anxiety continued until I decided to pursue therapy and started taking a low dose of an SSRI. I set a timeline with my SO to get engaged so that I could walk away if he put it off again. I needed to move for my new job, so I found a brand new apartment that I could afford myself if we did break up, even though he moved with me. He did propose, but it didn’t magically fix everything, so I continued individual therapy and eventually started couples therapy with him.
I’m turning 30 this year, and I have been feeling much better in recent months, and I am more focused on reinvesting in myself and my independence within the relationship, while still putting in the effort to be a considerate partner. I have a stable job in my field and am well paid with very reasonable hours. I do feel I have lost a bit of my ambition compared to when I was in grad school, but I expect I will regain it once I get bored with the day to day of my job. I’ve started going to the gym for strength training and regaining my body confidence. I still wish I had more hobbies and didn’t sleep so much, but I am trying not to be too hard on myself or force anything.
Post # 45
- Wedding: February 2018 - UK
At 25 I was living alone in a tiny little house that I loved. I had no degree because I’d dropped out of uni, but I had a decent job I quite enjoyed. I was 2-3 years into a relationship with my horrible ex boyfriend. I spent every weekend drinking and dancing at a local bar, I really enjoyed it.
Now, 10 years later, I’m married to a much nicer man and living in a bigger house with him and our cat. I’m still doing the same job at the same company, but I’m much better at it!
I’d love to say I still go drinking and dancing every weekend, but I just can’t handle it any more. People warned me how hangovers got exponentially worse once you hit your 30s and I always thought they were exaggerating. Oh how wrong I was…