Goodbye, 27!

An open letter to my 27th year:

Dear 27,

When I started thinking about you, I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I thought you brought me a husband, but really, I was 26 when I got married. So...never mind. I also thought you brought me a new job, but once again, I was 26 when I started my new job. What the heck did you do for me, I wonder! I'm beginning to think 27 was just sort of average...

Well...what happened was, I celebrated my first year of being married to someone who makes time feel like it's going by so quickly, but who also makes me want to slow it down. You also gave my husband a job, which lead to financial stability, which lead to signing up for a better apartment and a general feeling of being better prepared for most things. I saw dozens of bands, some plays, some art, spent time with my family who loves me, and went to Scotland for a wedding in a castle. I got snow shoes, did yoga, had brunches, had a wedding party, ran 10 miles, met new friends, saw old friends, spent time at the lake, and went to baseball games. If this was an average year for me, I want every year to be average.

So, goodbye, 27! You were good, but I think 28 is going to be great!

Yours (for 7 hours more),
Christina