If you had told me last year about all that would happen in my 35th year of life (both in the world and also in my own personal happenings), I would have laughed at you and claimed IMPOSSIBLE!
But as I have written recently about all that conspired in 2020 in my personal life, I am still in awe. To add to that pile of milestones/adulting, at the start of the New Year/January, Ryan and I finally went under contract for our first home, and we just closed on that house a few days ago.
Yup, add homeownership to the list of life goals accomplished within this last year. Honestly, my 35-year-old self wasn’t expecting to be THAT much of an overachiever. It also wasn’t like Ryan and I had planned all of these milestones to happen this way, but….they did.
I’ve told a few friends already how, while I am grateful for all that has happened in this past year, I also feel ready to live a more mundane life again. I didn’t even think much about my birthday until probably a couple days ago, especially when my co-workers were asking me about what I had planned for my birthday. Plans–what plans can work in a pandemic?
I wasn’t expecting to spend my 36th birthday still in the midst of this pandemic. Still, we made the best of it: had brunch and dinner at home (picked up food from our favorite local Denver establishments), visited a yarn shop (yay, yarn!!), and drove around the Denver metro area while B slept in his carseat. I appreciate reading all the birthday wishes from loved ones through text messages and social media.
Always in the back of my mind, I also remember how incredibly fortunate I am to be able to celebrate another birthday after the near-fatal birthday accident from eleven years ago. As time passes by and that moment fades further away into history, I still think back upon that birthday as pivotal.
Well, here’s to 36 being a lot more boring than 35 was!