I’ve been back from Portland since late Sunday night, and I am eager to pick a winner from my contest–thanks for all the great sage advice everyone!–but I have been pretty much at work, out with friends, or fast asleep since I’ve been back (jet lag has hit me hard, as I hear it does in one’s dotage). And tomorrow I’m headed back to the West Coast, to San Francisco.
I was surprised how many of you assumed I was worried or upset about turning 30. Far from it! I am thrilled to finally be 30 years old. I am so happy with who I am as I hit this new chapter of my life, and “30” commands more respect than “29,” I think.
I must say that this was my best birthday EVER. It was everything I wanted it to be–and I cannot remember a birthday that even came halfway close in the last 10+ years. I was with a group of my closest friends, and I did the one thing I had the urge to do: climb a mountain.
I didn’t knit at all on the big day, but I did do a lot of plane knitting to and from Portland, and will have an FO to show very soon–plane knitting only gets so far before you need a cutting implement, so hopefully once I’m back from SF I’ll be able to wrap up the current project and tell you all about my brief yarn pilgrimage in Portland.