29 + Everything is New
Last year on my birthday, I got all introspective about what the previous year (27) had been like for me, and all the changes I imagined 28 was going to bring. I was certainly right about all the changes that were coming, but as I thought about it last night, I was struck by just how significantly different my life is this year:
At 28, I was a wife. At 29, I'm a wife and a mother. [In fact, I wrote last year's birthday post the evening we found out I was pregnant - one year ago tomorrow!]
At 28, I was working full-time. At 29, I'm a stay-at-home mom, and don't have a job of any sort for the first time since I was 16 years old.
At 28, we lived in a tiny apartment in a sort of ungentrified neighborhood in New York City. At 29, we live in a house that is (literally) three times bigger than that apartment in a suburb neighborhood in Las Vegas.
At 28, we celebrated my birthday by going to an experimental theater production downtown and got back up to our place at midnight (on a work night!). At 29, we celebrated my birthday by eating pizza and cupcakes at our house with friends...and everyone was gone by 7:15 PM.
This year is so different.
This year is also so, so good.