Yesterday was my 27th Birthday.
I am officially in my late twenties. But I'm not too worried about it.
As I told my roommates in a moment of tipsy optimism the night before, the reason I love birthdays (and I always have) is because each year of my life is better than the one before, so birthdays represent the end of something great, and the beginning of something even better!
|My roommates and me, cramming ourselves into the hallway for a photo.|
My roommates and I hosted a fancy little affair at our apartment, with drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and a smattering of all my favorite people in New York.
I can't think of a better way to have rung in the beginning of my 28th year of life.
Thank you everyone for being in my life and making it that much more amazing!