My 33rd year could be summed up by a roller coaster. Highs, lows, upside-down moments, fast, scary, and a bit out of control. The kind of year where I gained a husband, and lost a baby. That kind of roller coaster.
The good news is that 34 is right around the corner and I hope it will be a year filled with more, well, let's say less roller coaster and more lazy-river.
But Toronto is one of my favorite places to be, Matt is my favorite person to be with, and I have stocked up on pepto so I can indulge in a scotch egg on the upper patio of my favorite restaurant, The Queen and Beaver. He says I get to have a weekend filled with nothing but fun Deedle things, so this will also include much picture taking, subway riding, random pub-bys, coffee crisps, and possibly Ikea on the way home.
I'm looking forward to it; both my 34th year and Toronto. But what I'm really happy about, to be honest, is to close out the summer and start fresh with Fall. There's something cathartic for a northern girl in the falling of leaves. Something cleansing in that first lung-full of crisp air. And I, quite frankly, am excited to exhale the wet-heaviness of my 33rd summer.
(Note - it appears that I have very few pics of birthdays through my adolescence. (say years 5-30) If you have some to share, please do on August 29th on my Facebook. It will be a nice birthday pressie to have them.)