There. I said it.
I’m quite sure that at 20, I didn’t think I would ever get here, but here I am, none the less… and what have I done? Well.
Thirty years encapsulates 18 years in the same home, followed by a lot of moves… to Rhode Island, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Virginia, DC and even back home. It’s a lot of life and death. It’s been a ride of love, friends, heartache and whiskey.
I fell in love.
Bought a house
…and prepared for later in life.
I’ve made a whole new family to go with my own.
Thirty is kind of amazing.
I don’t have too much to say about it. The #52WeeksA
4A challenge is sometimes so basic… I just have to leave it at that. I do hope 30 includes a new house. I hope it includes more good medical news. I hope for a lot of things, but where we are right now, is pretty darn good.
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