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It's November 25, 2015.

 I am extremely introspective. The most, perhaps, that I have been in the quarter of a century I have been on this earth.

 It's 5 days to my 25th birthday. 1 day to, my soulmate, my grandmother's 10th death anniversary. 23 days since my best friend's 5th death anniversary. 17 days since my other grandma's death. 25 days since the 4th anniversary of one of the biggest turning points in my life. 3.5 years since quitting school. First ever time that I reached 500 friends on Facebook.

 Where I am:

 1- Just started working on my ijaza for Qur'aan recitation.
2- Just started my ijaza for Sini script.
3- A quarter done with my first ever Americorps service year - a dream of my 12 year old self fulfilled.
4- Sub for different Arabic classes. (Living the full no commitment life)
5- Considering being an EMT.
What I have accomplished:
1- Learned how to save a life: CERT, CPR and First Aid

 Things that I want to do:

 1-Drive a convertible with the top down on the highway with my neck scarf flying behind me...and drive to a sensational secluded beach area where I spend a couple days totally alone. Get a massage. Don't talk to no one. Enjoy the nature and contemplate.

 2- Skydive.

 3- Get back on a horse's back

 4- Eat healthy and fresh all the time.

 5- Always look good (in my eyes) (too much to ask?)

 Places I want to go to:

 1- Shenandoah Caverns

 2- Hajj

 3- Spain

 4-Turkey

 What I want to learn:
1- How to fly an air plane. (Commercial license costs about $3500 and private licence almost double that...crazy, right? It should be the opposite.)

 2- Self-defense. How to shoot a gun.

 3- EMT skills

 Things I want:

 1- Silk sheets

Monday, 12/14/15

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