I'm pretty sure I've now crossed over into my 'late 20s'. I'm really starting to understand birthday dread!
That said, 27 wasn't half bad. Low expectations are the key.
My birthday is smack bang in the middle of winter, so it's pretty much always wet and cold. I've cried on far too many of my birthdays, having been let down by friends. Last year I wound up at the doctor's half convinced I had a kidney infection; thankfully it was just a bad UTI.
This year it fell on a Monday (the first birthday I've spent at work in YEARS). We had a big launch, there happened to be tons of food around, and then I went out with T and one of our flatmates for dinner. I can't say I thought I'd be living with flatmates at 27, but our setup ain't bad. It's definitely my favourite of all the shared living arrangements I've endured over the years.
This week's links
You're not alone. We're all in this together
On dealing with disappointment
Recovering from the recessionSurviving the emotional rollercoaster of unemployment
What does it mean to be partners?
Maybe the ultimate post about money
Happy weekends!
