I’m coming to grips that I’m officially “over the hill” in my twenties and, at 29, closer to 30 than I’d like to think.
The beginning of the end of a decade.
The twenties years have been there, cherished loved, and a now its a preparation for the next chapter of my life.
I celebrated my 29th birthday. I am currently on my 3rd year at work. I am still single. I am still living at my parents house and I am currently gaining weight. I have never been to Europe, the Africa, and South America. I keep a blog. I take photographs every day. I got my ever first hair removal laser done. Own my first Prada bag. Heart broken from my ex whom I loved dearly.
Its not much but that’s where I am right now and its a start. And so the countdown to the 30th year begins.
The beginning of the end of a decade.
The twenties years have been there, cherished loved, and a now its a preparation for the next chapter of my life.
I celebrated my 29th birthday. I am currently on my 3rd year at work. I am still single. I am still living at my parents house and I am currently gaining weight. I have never been to Europe, the Africa, and South America. I keep a blog. I take photographs every day. I got my ever first hair removal laser done. Own my first Prada bag. Heart broken from my ex whom I loved dearly.
Its not much but that’s where I am right now and its a start. And so the countdown to the 30th year begins.
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