12 Months at 21...

Okay, this post was supposed to go out on June 7, 2012, but I was having major technical difficulties, and then I realized, maybe God was telling me, I should't post this because I had not completed the 12 Months of 21! Now that the 12 months are completed, please read! Of course so much more happened in the 1.5 months after I wanted the post to go out, so in a nutshell, I'm back in NY, I'm enrolled back into school for the Fall semester, starting Aug. 27th, and I'm ready to take another parth! Let's enjoy 22 together! Leave the love!

Hey all! Hope everyone is enjoying these new steps into June where Summer is awaiting us. With that, next month will be my 22nd birthday, and I am looking forward to a new year with more experiences to enjoy, live, learn from, and simply appreciate. This next post is a dictation of my experiences as a 21 year old woman. I know it'll be a little lengthy, but it is 12 months, yes? Also, some of you may care, some may not, and some of you may want to learn more, but I'm just sharing because I want to. Please leave the love, thoughts, random experiences and any other thoughts you'd like to share. Here goes... Age 21!

First off, I am proud to say I spent my 21st birthday on the Appalachian Trail, and it was wonderful! It was something I'd actually never thought I'd be doing, but it happened, and I could never forget it. These next few sentences are nothing but honesty, and it is also something I would never forget, but it's life. While on the Appalachian Trail I was working at camp, and when we returned to our cabin, I ran to my bed to see the cards that I received from my mom and best friend, and there were none. My feelings were literally hurt simply because this is what I expected, only because this is what I received for the last two years. Oh well, it's life, it happens.

Later on, about two days later, I did receive my mother's card, but it wasn't the same.
Moving on, as a part of my 21st birthday, the love of my life presented me with 21 days of gifts, and on 21st day I was proposed to. An engaged 21 year old...too early? I think not, it would have happened sooner or later, and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Proud! So exactly a day after the proposal, Hunny, a few friends and myself were on the road to Atlanta,GA. Our friends were heading down for the mini vacation, Hunny and I were in search for our first apartment together. We were riding down with a few sets of clothing, two cellphones, a laptop, a little over 2 gold coins in the bank, and of course, each other. We stayed at our two good friends' place for about two weeks, and then we moved into ours...our place. It felt so good to be in something that was ours and no one else's, with someone that made you beyond happy.

So we're in our place, finally found jobs, and time is rolling. We bought our 1st car in Dec., and that was beautiful. Once again, ours, and I'm putting emphasis on the fact that it's something we share together, beautiful feeling! Time is continuing to move on, work, pay bills, work, pay bills, work, pay bills and live. Again, new experiences I encountered that set me up for the rest of my life. Hunny often said she felt bad for the fact I wasn't living my life like a typical 21 year old, and she hopes she didn't push me too fast beyond my age. But I always replied back, I'm learning, enjoying it, and it would have came sooner or later! Simple. Months are continuing to roll by, and my happiness was going down...and that was because of my health. I would come home from work about 11:30-12:00AM, exhausted! Always complained about how much my feet were in pain, about how much my back was not feeling right, how much weight I gained, and just the odds and ends that just were not keeping me happy. However, even through the unhappiness-health wise, my woman was by my side. Our vows have not been exchanged yet, but she is with me through sickness and in health.

One night we were babysitting our little cousin, and we had such a great time. Training ourselves the life of motherhood that will come in the next five years. So that next morning as the baby woke us up, I was still tired, and asked her to take control, and the next thing I know, she started getting me dressed and said we were on our way to the ER. I did not know what the hell was going on,only that I was dizzy, had a swollen tongue, and saw tears running down my woman's face. As we were in the car, she called my boss and told her I wouldn't be making it in that day, as well as my mom, and although I was unaware of what was taking place, hearing my mom's worried voice was an even more sickening moment. Okay, to sum it up, one of our good friends met us at the hospital, as he is a licensed Pharmacist, and hunny's best friend, and he told us I had a seizure. We checked into the ER, actually didn't take that long as we thought, but I was beginning to come back to reality, gain my strength back, and begin to pray I would be alright. I saw one of the doctors, she examined me, sent me to radiology, blah blah. She then told me 37% of people who have one seizure would have another one...and yes, you guessed it, I was a part of that 37%. Two weeks later! I had my next one, and I headed back to the ER. The same doctor saw me, and then recommended me to a neurologist. I, being stubborn as I am did not go to th neurologist when I should have and waited until I had 3 seizures in one night. Man, it was terrible. My body felt just completely out of place, I was dizzy, again had a swollen tongue, and I was just confused about my life. I did not go to work for four days because I could not function, I was not myself at all! I went to the neurologist and that was it, I was diagnosed with Epilepsy. Since that day, I've had seizures here and there, most times unaware that I had them, but I am happy to be alive. And again, after every seizure I had thus far, I am happy that I have my woman by my side, and I am still able to do posts as these. Now...a month and a half away from 22, I still know and believe age is nothing but a number. We all live differently, love differently, and breathe differently. And with that, we should all just be happy, it will help! Trust me.

Okay, so I know this was long, but believe it, this wasn't even half of it. Just a few things I wanted to share. Please leave anything you like, and come back next time!

Thanks for reading...
Xoxo,
Nye.