Whether you noticed or not, I haven’t updated this blog all summer. Actually, my last post was right after the Brooklyn Half at the end of May so I technically have not updated this blog since the spring… and there’s been many a reason (all wonderful ones like life is beautifully busy and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been) but really, none of that matters. I needed a blog break, I took it, and it was wonderful. But I’m back now.
Anywho, big things from the summer…
I turned 30!
Years ago, just the idea of 30 was terrifying. True story: I once started crying in the Orlando Airport and whined “I’m almost 30!” when asked why I was crying. I had just realized my license expired in 2015 (when I’d be 29) and that year didn’t feel far away. I was 24.
But something happened in the years following my ridiculous sobfest in the Orlando Airport – I started to *gasp* get excited to leave my 20s behind. After all, I saw friends turn 30 and none of them imploded. In fact, they seemed to enjoy life even more in their 30s. So I started to embrace the idea of turning 30, listened to “My Next 30 Years” on repeat, booked a birthdaycation to Nashville, and checked “plan something awesome for your 30th birthday” off my to-do list.
And then the weekend before my birthday happened…
Friday nights are hard because I typically do not want to go out. This Friday night was no different. Justin was able to get me out by picking a place for dinner just steps from our apartment. Location is key, people.
He wanted to sit outside so I walked through to the back…
To say I was shocked is an understatement. I think I wore this shocked expression for the first 30 minutes or so. I legit said things like, “how did you get here?” (because apparently in my mind NYC is some far off NeverNeverland that is difficult to get to?) and “who told you about this?” to the majority of my friends/family who came out for my lil’ 30th birthday shindig.
It all felt so surreal and even now, one month later, I have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that so many people showed up. #ICantEvenBelieveImLuckyAsMe (this works best if you sing it ala Phil Vassar)
Saturday – Sunday
Saturday morning, we got on the road to head to my upstate house for what was supposed to be a quiet weekend with Justin and my parents, and it was… until my college friends showed up.
I don’t have a reaction photo of when they walked into the house but it was something like this:
The weather wasn’t the greatest but we were able to get in some pool time, a walk to a nearby waterfall, a ride out on the pontoon, and so, so many laughs.
Justin’s family showed up for a Sunday lunchtime celebration and my weekend was complete.
I am the luckiest.
We went to Nashville!
I wanted to honkytonk my way into this next decade. And I did. And it was awesome. We will DEFINITELY be back.
- Pink lemonade moonshine
- Any kind of moonshine, let’s be honest
- SO MUCH COUNTRY MUSIC
- New boots, new hat
- Martin’s Barb-B-Que Joint
- Pinewood Social
- Opryland Hotel
- Show and backstage tour at the Grand Ole Opry
- Pedal Tavern Tour
- Johnny Cash Museum
- Country Music Hall of Fame
- Hattie B’s Hot Chicken
Now that I’m back and writing again, I should probably let you know that next week I will be back in Disney World so expect Disney posts here and on Instagram (in real time). I’m not going to run any races, unless running around Mickey’s Not-So-Scary Halloween Party and Epcot’s Food and Wine Festival so that Justin can eat, drink, and ride everything counts as running. Turns out, people go to Disney World and don’t run a marathon.
Hope anyone who still checks here (hi mom) had a wonderful summer 🙂