I’m not gonna lie. I had a pretty great February.
In the middle of the month I turned 30. There was a lot of pasta and prosciutto. There was a bar that let me play my favorite movies on a big screen all night long while my best friends gave me hugs and made me laugh. There was the realization that 30 isn’t so scary, or that it is sort of scary but maybe in the good, liberating, adventurous way and not in the monsters-under-the-bed, life-ending sort of way.
A week later I was in Dublin celebrating my niece’s first birthday and my brother’s wedding, and anticipating a post-wedding trip to Paris that promised to be full of cheese and snow, two of my favorite things. [Read more…]