This year, 2016, has just been a shitshow.  Giant Asterisk, of course:  Getting married and going on our honeymoon in September was pretty sweet.  But other than that, it’s hard to look fondly at 2016.  And here I am having the last weekend of my thirties and while I’m not considering jumping out of a window it still is kind of like a big WTF.  How did we get from this:

to this?

The 10 years in between have gone by like crazy.  Is it really possible that I ended up living in NYC and New Jersey for a stretch, met the love of my life, and then ended up back in Los Angeles?  That all really happened, didn’t it?  I guess it did, and this here website kind of showed all those details too.  Still blows my mind though.  And maybe those 10 years didn’t exactly go by in the blink of an eye, but now that I’m at the precipice of 40?  Sometimes it feels like it.  40 is the new 30, though, so it’s all good. Continue reading Last Weekend in my Thirties →