Wild

I have a tiny confession. My new glamorous life in Austin is not so glamorous. We are living 45 minutes north of the city, with my parents, in a retirement community. Please tell me you are jealous. I don't think I have mentioned that before. It's funny, envisioning this change one way, and it's so completely opposite, so different. Living with parents again..hmmm..I bet you can imagine. I am working remotely at their kitchen table. I just added a lamp to the table to spice things up, and it makes me so happy. Ahhh the little things. We are camping out here until Steven finds a job. Feel so fortunate we have a place to stay. But I can't even tell you how much I dream about having our own place again. I am pretty obsessed.

Today is my last day in my twenties. It feels a little strange. But kinda cool. I think margaritas are in order. And I fly to Boulder Tuesday morn, which is so exciting on so many levels, but maybe most importantly, because they are having cool weather and I won't be sweating as much (ew, sorry).

We went to Austin City Limits this weekend, on Friday. I forgot how much I don't like music festivals, prolly the only one in the world!! But! We saw Wild Beasts, and it rained, and I danced and sang, and maybe teared up a little bit because their music is so beautiful. So it was way worth it. We may or may not have left early to drink two bottles of wine together. That's what the 30s entail, I have been told.