i am told everything gets better when you turn 30. that you breathe a deep sigh of relief. that all the waiting and the crap of the twenties just kind of... flits away. that it's a weight off of your shoulders.
29 was tumultuous, but all in all, very, very good. i left for europe the day after i turned 29 on a solo trek from barcelona to paris to venice to rome. it may be the most amazing thing i have ever done. i lost a tooth and got three new ones. i got settled into a new job, which i still love. i had heartbreak, i had manic-crazy times, i knitted a lot and pet my cat and made new friends. as i said, overall, very, very good.
so i give you the last weekly self-portrait of my twenties. i look painfully serious, but i promise i'm not. on saturday, i leave for a friend's wedding in philadelphia. i have printed out maps to get to various yarn shops in philly, i have maps from hotel to liberty bell to south street, i have a "map" of nyc, which is really just a drawing of various stops i have to make, including the best bagel in the world. i have a charmed life some days.
i also have a motorcycle and an ailing houseplant on my back porch.