Dear Joe
In less than 48 hours, we will be sitting side by side on our way to Bali for my 30th birthday. You are – by far – the most amazing man I’ve ever known. The most handsome, loving and wonderful. I don’t know what I did to have scored such a beautiful man in my life, but I’m just thanking my lucky stars you found me.
Dear LC
You spent a night with your aunt and cousin this week. I know, you hated it but it needed to be done. But I have to say, it was VERY quiet not having you around. There wasn’t any mischief and your dad and I really like that around the house. We did miss you and we had A LOT of making up to do as well.
Dear Andre
So, while your cat-sister was away it was just you and I holding down Atomic HQ. You were so well behaved and you put yourself to sleep at bedtime. Clearly, I’ve trained you very well.
Dear Australia
I love you. You’ve always been home to me but with all due respect, celebrating my 30th birthday here isn’t something I wanted. I spent birthdays in VERY expensive hotel rooms looking over the harbour, spent them in fancy clubs and bars (when you’re 23 shit like this impresses you), spent them interstate, in theme parks, having epic meals and spending it when even more epic people, but for my 30th birthday – abroad – will make it bigger than the last.
Dear Week Off Work
Oh how I love the time off work. Loved not having to get up at 5am and not having to finish at 10:30pm at night thanks to roster changes (which is possibly the most the dumbest idea EVER!) Although I’ve never kept it secret that I DO enjoy my job – regardless of time and finish times – I’m not missing it this week. I really should make the most of my time off yearly.
But I should also mention that I didn’t waste any time. I cleaned the apartment, caught up on The Bachelor and FINALLY finished packing. Not that I needed to be productive, because I was entitled to be lazy. For once!
Dear 20′s
It’s been a rollercoaster of a decade. Many late nights, 5-days a week oof partying, traveling all over Australia with less than a week’s notice, living in Melbourne for two and a half years, falling love, breaking hearts, refusing to grow up and then realising… “I can’t get away with behaving like a 23 year-old at 29.”
It’s been an experience and while everyone else might feel depressed and “old” entering theiy 30th year, I won’t be. As I see it, your 20′s is like your teens, with a drivers license and privilege and freedom of drinking legally and not (really) having to answer to your parents anymore.
Goodbye 20′s – HE-LLO 30′s!
Talking about an old New Zealand cheese commercial…
Reese: “Do you remember… ‘Your frend in the frudge’?”
Joe: “Yis.”
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