Today I am 31 and no longer 30. The year of my age matching my “lucky number” is over. I would say I am less upset about growing another year older than I am about losing the nice round number of 30.
It has been quite a year.
It started with lots of celebrations.
At home, and in Napa.
Then there was an engagement.
Which turned into future in-laws meeting and bonding.
The selling of houses.
The buying of houses.
Old and new friends getting together to celebrate.
And a honeymoon.
It was a very busy, and joyful year.
While I’m relieved to have selling a house, moving, and planning a wedding behind me, I am still sad to say goodbye to the year I turned 30.
Let’s see what happens at 31.