Hey everyone! I hope your week is off to a good start. A few weeks ago I celebrated my 34 birthday. Ugh woof, 34. That one stings. I mean, 33 didn’t bother me at all. Maybe, it’s because I know my entire life is going to change at 34. I know that sounds super dramatic, but it’s true.
33 was a great year! I crossed so many things off my bucket list. When moving to New York I had a long list of things I wanted to do, places I wanted to go, and things to see. I did mostly everything that was on my list. I went to the Hamptons twice this summer, crossed almost every rooftop bar off my list, and went to so many restaurants I’ve been wanting to try. Not to mention we went to Italy for 10 days and Paris for 2 weeks. I crushed 33 and feel super accomplished.
Everything is about to change at 34. Don’t get me wrong I’m super excited for the next chapter in my life and 34 is going to be on hell of an adventure. So….what does that even mean? A few things we have in the books this year is a potential move. Yup, that’s right New York City wasn’t forever. We’ll be moving back to California when our lease is up. Fingers crossed, but we’re trying to buy and home and also trying to have a baby. So, bye bye NYC, hello home and hello baby.
Holy shit…that is such a huge change from 33. Now you guys know why I was so dramatic about the whole 3? thing. 33 was my last good year partying and 34 is the year for all that big girl grown up shit. So cheers to the next chapter, the next adventure, and everything the future has in store.