Twenty-Six: A Self-Portrait
Amongst all the moving craziness was my twenty-sixth birthday. If it’s any indication of how the rest of the year will go, I’ll take it. It was a rainy, cloudy day–my favorite kind of weather, and a bit of a rarity in southern California these days. My roomie/bestie–er, the birthday elf–surprised me with a (rad) gift first thing in the morning, and later we went to grab breakfast at Coffee Commissary. Gimme that baguette breakfast sandwich all day erryday. We ran errands and I ended up going to two different Targets (on. a. Sunday. kill me) to get bedding stuff. I ended the day grabbing dinner with my parents at Caioti and ice cream at Sweet Rose Creamery, and then went back to the apartment to drink a cocktail (gin + absinthe soda, yes please!) and unpack books. It was simple, but lovely. This weekend will be my birthday party (the first one I’ve thrown in ages) and a birthday trip to Disneyland (I’ve never gone during Halloween before!). I guess growing up can be okay sometimes.
The last few years have been difficult. Lots of ups and downs, and while the highs have been extraordinary, the lows have been devastating. It’s been a lot, and to say that I’ve been overwhelmed lately would be an understatement, but honestly, things are good, and it feels really nice to start a new year feeling positive.
Here’s to being twenty-six; to fresh starts and new adventures and a new year of positivity and happiness. Cheers.