I turned 29 yesterday. It was as low-key and uneventful as I could've dreamed of for a Monday, aside from the monumental—in my head—accomplishment of changing my own windshield wiper blades.
28 was filled with lots of those kinds of small but triumphant tasks. Finding a handyman, fixing slipping windows, killing ants, almost killing (and sometimes actually killing) plants and bringing them back to life, buying boring stuff that excites me, like wi-fi thermostats and garbage disposals.
My life isn't quite as dull as I make it sound, but here's a mix of some this past year's happenings—happy and sad, exciting and banal—as culled from my Google Calendar, without which I would be lost and aimlessly wandering through life.
In my 28th year, I:
- Got my first and fourth tattoo
- Attended my first funeral
- Traveled to Canada (Montreal), Arizona (Phoenix/Sedona), Minnesota (Twin Cities), New York, Tennessee (Memphis/Nashville), North Carolina (Asheville)
- Started working out
- Ran a sub-8:00 mile
- Went camping
- Went to jury duty
- Saw five concerts (Aimee Mann, Le1f, Beach House, Bone Thugs and Harmony, Ratatat)
- Attended three weddings
- Saw one play, one musical, and one movie (in theaters)
- Wore a dress for the first time since 2013
- Became a pescatarian... with a few exceptions for BBQ ribs and bacon
- Took 11 days of vacation
- Painted a piece of art for my living room