I began my thirty-second year with a bang. I spent the night bar hopping with a group of friends, and the next morning sharing a slightly hungover brunch with them.
I began seeing someone new, and - shortly after - cut a toxic former flame from my life.
I treated myself to a relaxing week in Cape Cod, and came as close to finding inner peace as I'll probably ever get.
It's had its dark moments, but so far thirty-two has been promising. Ever a cynic, I'm hesitant to use the word "hope" but I've felt something akin to it recently. I've allowed myself to wishfully think, a huge step forward given the serious self-loathing I've suffocated myself with for the past six months.
Welcome! I'm a pie-baking, dog-loving, antique-hunting patriot. I'm a fan of rustic home cooking, the Yankees and scenic drives through the mountains.