December 3, 2015

It's ma birthday!

Ah, Dec 3rd.

December borns are always fighting an uphill battle to claim their glory before Christmas. I'm on the cusp of what is usually considered socially acceptable and I make it known that anything Christmas can not begin until Dec 4th.  Since embracing more religions and cultures in my life, I'm also appreciating that Hannukah gives me a bit of lee way depending on the lunar calendar.

Fun fact: 28 years ago, my Mum gave birth to me at 28 years old, on a Thursday. On that note: 

Helen Mirren once said  that “It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult ― but you are not ready.”

That sums up my birthday sentiments quite nicely.

This year, I'll embrace the fact that I'm not ready to be real adult and also force my scroogy-ness to take a rain check and enjoy the over-the-top 'Christmassyness' that is New York City in December. After our Thanksgiving in New Jersey with J's family we drove over to the Big Apple for a week of chilly birthday celebrations!

The lights! The music! The food! It's beautiful and I'm loving it.

And since it's Thursday, here's a throwback from my first trip to NYC 2 years ago. 

I'm so grateful to be celebrating my 28th year of life with this guy in a city that I love even more the second time round.

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