Yesterday was my 27th birthday, which is fun, I guess? It’s also very weird being on the upside to 30. I used to get so excited about birthdays, and don’t get me wrong, I still love them, but they’re much less exciting the higher my age gets. Also, I used to always have these high expectations for my birthday (think Jess of New Girl), and I was always let down when I didn’t get a surprise or the big gift I really wanted. In the end, I just tried to stop caring about them as much, so I wouldn’t have as much of a let down.
My 27th year. The last year was a lot to say the least. I moved across the country and started a new job, which is kind of insane now that I think about it. I read a lot of books, drank a lot of wine, and got a cat named Aurora. I started to care more about skincare, and tried to care less about how cute my outfit was (still working through this one). I learned that LA is fun, but I cannot live here forever so I’ll enjoy it while I’m here (eating all the Milk Bar I can), awaiting the day I can return to the East Coast.
Overall, it was a wonderful and exciting year and I’m ready for another one full of wine, baking, and lots of laughing.