Some things remain constant. Time takes no prisoners.
I turned 30 since the last time you saw us. Actually, I turned 30 two years ago, and have had two subsequent years of thirtysomething-ness to ruminate on the differences. Here’s a few observations that may or may not sound like that spoken-word sunscreen song by Baz Luhrman. Which I happen to love. #feelings
I drink less, for a variety of reasons. Fear of hangovers, earlier bedtime, a better understanding of the concept of hydration. Hand to God it took me thirty years to realize drinking water on a hot beach can feel better than guzzling rosé on a hot beach.
That was then:
I’ve gotten very honest about how I want to spend my time. If I’m tired on a Friday night, I stay in. If Saturday rolls around and I’m still tired, I stay in! If a friend wants to go out for tapas and 2 glasses of wine, but I just want to run, read, and relax . . . guess who’s not going out for tapas?
My friends have babies and it’s not weird. It’s funny the way things that once seemed inconceivable become very normal the moment they happen.
. . . . . that’s not to say it’s not boring (sorry friends with babies, you know it’s true).
I have a well-stocked pantry and refrigerator. NYC has an amazing restaurant scene. You know what else is amazing? Crafting a meal for yourself at the end of a productive day. My spice collection brings me joy and I’m not sorry.
My apartment is my home. And I refer to the place that my parents live as “my parents house.” Big difference. Although we do share similar aesthetics:
Can you guess which is which?
And yes, I do wear more sunscreen. Sometimes.