twentythree


My age does not determine a change in my life. My life is defined by everything I do between birthdays, not how much older I grow every November 28th. Turning another year older is a time to reflect on everything that has taken place since the last time this date came around. I was hoping to post before I turned 24, and have an end of my year recap, but it’s been a busy week so forgive me. I had spent a few days thinking about all the things I wanted to say, how sentimental I wanted to be. Instead I have chosen to wrap this past year up with photographs that captured my most favorite moments with my most favorite people. Twenty-three was an incredible year, and a year of unbelievable change and growth. A year filled with unimaginable day adventures and unforgettable nights.  I’ve accomplished the goals I set for myself and have gained such great satisfaction from proving to myself that anything I want is obtainable. I can sincerely say that I am entering my year of twenty-four as a confident, independent, strong minded and creative young woman. I see beauty in all things around me, and I have a wonderful circle of people who touch my life. Cheers to the year and all that lies ahead.

Turning 23

Thanksgiving in my apartment

ugly sweater Christmas party

Christmas morning at my parents house

New Years Eve in SD

Getting snowed in on our car ride back to Santa Cruz

Entering Winter Quarter/ Spring Break/ Spring Quarter….

Yosemite Trip

Bay to Breakers

Graduation and Summer

Washington DC

   

Turning 24 and closing out a great year so I can start another

is this when winter begins?

Today I went to go meet with a girl about a room I might rent. My current lease is up in December and I don’t know what my next plans are, so I figured I should start meeting with people about housing. The neighborhood I went to check out was amazing. Brick paved paths, trees that dripped over the side walk, their branches reaching for the townhouses. Every place has a tiny porch and about 7 steps leading up to it. Plus, the neighborhood is in the heart of one of the coolest areas of DC. Everything about the situation seemed right. The girl who I met is a freelance writer, shes a year older than me, the other roommates have small dogs, and the place had a good vibe to it. I don’t know that I’ll get it, or that I’m definitly going to stay here, but it felt right.

On my way home it stated to snow, and it wasn’t long until snow was pouring down on me. Walking in the snow with an umbrella. That was a first for me. I was drenching wet by the time I got home, about forty five minutes later, but the walk was so charming. The snow blowing in every which way direction and the brick buildings were meant for one another. The pictures don’t begin to do it justice.

(note the goat)

watermelon house : )