I’m Twenty-Five!

Happy Monday America… and Happy American Birthday to me!

I’m officially 25 years old, a quarter of a century, which I assume means (since I’m living to at least one hundred, right?) that I may now commence my quarter-life crisis at any time which is convenient for me and inconvenient for James. Hurray! We had an amazing weekend in Dallas to celebrate my birthday, which included a lot of great food, some interesting sight-seeing adventures and a visit from James’ dad on his way from Sydney to Boston. More than anything else, it means the world to me to be able to celebrate something that really isn’t such a big deal with someone who is the most important human being in my life (plus, he’s so handsome, right?!).

Anyway, since it’s my birthday, I’m heading out for lunch with Lee and looking forward to a tasty tasty meal… Not only that, but Kim is making us Philly cheesesteaks and cupcakes for dinner tonight! What more could a woman ask for? Plus, I’m due for some presents in the mail, so I’m really kicking all the goals…. That’s why it’s just a short post today to let you know we’re alive! I’ve got some exciting blog posts planned in the coming week or so, including one about our visit to Dealey Plaza (and empathy in writers), a recap of our ongoing mad American adventures on Friday, as well as one that’s very close to my heart next Monday on the 19th of September.

Enjoy the start of the week everyone!

Ana.