Year number 24, Sept 2007-2008

So I am 24 years old now.
And what a waste of a year!
Well no not really, I guess I was doing my masters and Rhys did ask me to marry him.

Side note: I am so over people saying "Its about time", we were 19/20 when we started dating and 22/23 when he proposed, we were young, we are still young and thats why I insisted on a 2 year + engagement.

Anyway, the big things of my 24th year:

I guess it could be said that Ri and I only started living together "full time" in my 24th year, as prior to that he was on site 11 days of a fortnight.

I had an afternoon at the Regatta, after our final exam of 07, that resulted in me not being able to drink white wine since. *shutters*

We went to Melbourne and I experience my first O'D christmas. The most Christmas-y people on the planet.

Rhys asked me to marry him - twice.

I got to pick a diamond ring from Tiffany's.

We looked at many beautiful reception venues before deciding on the most perfect place for us and our history as UQ students.

I went to a wedding on the 08/08/08.

My father had heart problems and was in hospital for a while.

I was in a car accident and my neck still fricking cains.

I had two fantastic clinical placements and two that I could easily have lived without.

I did a full 180 on my career path. Adults, out. Children with disabilities, in.

I figured out that I do want to have children one day. Just not for a few years, think 2014.

My best friend told me she was pregnant, and is expecting a girl in Feb.

So I'm one month into year number 25, and it is scary. It looks like I am going to graduate this year. I know that is why I started this blog, but I cannot believe it.
Next week is our last week of classes, our thesis is due and clinic comes to an end.

I am going to cry, UQ has been a part of my identity for the past six years. It would have been interesting to have kept a blog during that whole time.

I said to mum the other day:
"I did pretty good from UQ, I got two degrees, one useful and a future husband, not bad at all"