Hello, 27

I'm going to go ahead and warn you — if you don't think birthdays are awesome, and worth celebrating for an entire week, and don't want to hear about mine, feel free to move along. We're about to get a little introspective up in here.

My 27th birthday is on Sunday. This number always seemed like such a big deal to me. I think it's a cultural thing—our obsession with 27—but I know I'm not the only one who feels like this is the year of accomplishment. You're too young to be old, too old to be {really} young. You should have your shit together (or at least really be working on it) but still not be wasting your youth with being too serious. By just writing this post, I am proving my old-ness has already taken effect...but don't worry. I still take shots.

When I was younger, I used to think about my late-twenties and wonder when it was all going to "happen" for me. I don't think I had a real idea of what "happening" meant, but I look around at my life now and think that this is just what I imagined, and then some.

I am lucky in love with someone who can literally make me wet my pants laughing, who makes the everyday moments feel special, and who's been my partner in crime for the last four years. We were fortunate enough to become homeowners last year, and cultivating/designing our home has been the most challenging and most rewarding experience I've had. You know you're getting old when you're counting the days to when your new mailbox arrives, or when you lose sleep over which color to stain your floors {"will dark floors show too much dust...oh but they're so beautiful!"} The strangest feeling I've ever felt was when we walked into our empty house for the first time, a shell of someone else's daily memories, and felt the overwhelming need to remove it all and make it ours. We've worked so, so hard since that day, and in such a short time we've added our own stamp on it and finally feel like we belong.

I enjoy my job and get to spend each day doing what I studied for years to do—which thankfully makes my student loan payments feel a tiny bit less maddening. I'm also grateful to run a growing small business, which has taught me many lessons in patience, persistence, and resourcefulness. It's shown me that a creative outlet can create madness while somehow still providing you with sanity. It's one of the many, many things I look forward to when I come home and switch out of my day-job mode. I feel confident that I've found the creative path I was meant to be on.

My family and friends are truly the glue who hold me all together. I have to thank you all, and my wonderful readers, who have supported me and been here for me through all of my adventures and been there to send a text or tweet or handwritten note when I've really needed it. People think that we've forgotten how to communicate with each other in the onslaught of technology, but I actually think it's enhanced my relationships in a lot of ways {mostly with Emojicons}. So grateful for 26—here's to another year—onward and upward! And to hopefully getting that food processor I really wanted {see? OLD.}