I’m writing this post on Wednesday, which is significantly earlier than usual. But tomorrow is my birthday, and I’m hoping over the weekend I’ll be outside and unplugged. I wish I had been blogging for more of my twenties. I would have found it interesting to see the differences between 19-22 and 29-32.
I remember turning 19, my birthday dinner at TGIFridays with freshman year friends, many of whom I am still friends with today.
My 20th birthday I was at a sorority sister’s off-campus house, there were just a few of us, but it was fun. 21 was the bar scene, of course. And 22 was a pinata party, right before the craziness of the last month of college.
When I turned 29 I was home for the weekend, running a 10k, and going out to dinner with my parents (Johnny was sick). 30 was dinner at Young Joni with my family and two good friends. It was also when I decided it was time to buy and stop renting.
I celebrated 31 with a weekend at home, dinner with my family, and starting a new job the next day. I was so proud that at 30 I had decided to buy a home and that the next year I was going to a new job.
32 was supposed to be celebrated on a plane, on the way to Fort Myers Beach, with Jeff (my boyfriend) to go visit my family. And then covid happened. So instead I’m skyping with friends and not taking 2 days off. I’ll work in the hopes that I can spend a long weekend in Florida at the end of the year instead.
While I get cranky and anxious at times during the last 7 weeks (and will likely be working from home for at least another month). This year will be takeout and dinner for two instead of dinner out for 6 or more. I am very glad that I have a strong partner by my side. Who accepts my crankiness and stubbornness. It was a winding road to meeting Jeff, and I don’t know where it will lead. But I’m thankful that part of the journey includes him.
And since it’s my birthday, I figure I can be a little sappy.