I waited my whole adult life to turn 30. I had this grand plan of being holed up in a cabin surrounded by my closest friends, drinking hot chocolate, and gearing up to make snow men outside... Oh! Also, I was supposed to be celebrating my 30th birthday in the southern hemisphere where snow actually happens in July. But... that wasn't the case.
I was in Seattle for my 30th birthday, surrounded by half empty boxes, and it was most definitely hot outside. Bleh.
I just finally cut ties with probably the worst relationship I've had thus far. I moved out of my quant little abode in West Seattle and got into a bomb ass pad in Queen Anne. The move with absolutely necessary to the job situation, not to mention the personal life necessity. I was managing a cafe in North Seattle at the time and the commute was garbage.
Anyway, it was a whirlwind of events as life typically throws at me and I feel like I managed it with grace. So for my birthday, it sort of hit me out of no where. I didn't even have time to plan any festivities.... Not even a cake.
What I ended up doing tho was kicking it in my new spot, all alone, listening to the girliest of pop jams whilst dancing around and organizing my life. It was quite perfect for the moment. I macerated a bunch of cherries in some booze with the intention of making my ultimate summer boozy cupcakes but ended up getting schnockered on the cherries alone, sans cupcakes. Then I get a knock at my door... THE HELL!?!?!
It was a perfect day spent in a very perfect way. And again, him knowing when I've "had enough" he chivalrously returned me to my princess palace and sent me off to a late afternoon nap. Happy 30th birthday to me!