Up, up and away!

As I type this, I am sitting at the Brisbane International Airport watching the people wander by carrying their suitcases, backpacks, surfboards and babies (although there's not a lot of the latter this time of night). I wonder where they are all going; what sort of journey they are on. It's my birthday and I'm 25 today.
Hitting a quarter century is a milestone. Shouldn't I feel different? Where are all the fireworks? The champagne? The raucous laughter of my friends and family?
It's strangely silent as I sit here alone, contemplating what lies before me once I board that plane.
Rife with mixed emotions, I am certain that the predominant ones are those of excitement, anticipation and whatever the word for "Shit why did I decide to do this am I ready I have no idea what I'm doing i can't believe you are doing this on your own oh well too late to turn back now suck it up and go for it" is.

I'm thinking back quickly over the last 25 years- my complete existence to date- and weighing up the things that I have achieved against those that I had hoped to by this age. These years were my foundation, my building blocks. It is the next 25 in which I get to shape my future and create a masterpiece of a patchwork quilt life.
What does my future hold for me? Which fabrics will I choose to weave? As I sit here, I can't help but feel as though I'm on the right path to finding out.

Oh! It's time to board.
Hello new chapter, I embrace you with open arms and only very minimal trepidation.
It is time. I am in good spirits.