27

On Sunday I turned 27.  27 is when you officially enter your late twenties. Which feels crazy to me--how am I in my late twenties already?  It doesn't feel that long ago that I was 19.  But then again, I feel like a very different person than my 19 year old self.   

The other day, C asked me how I felt about turning 27.  I told him that I actually felt pretty good about it (excited even).  My reason being, I explained, was that my mid-twenties were way better than my early twenties.  I just know myself better.  And I feel like that process is only going to continue.

For my 27th birthday a good friend visited, we went out to Cafe Brasil for brunch and we spent the afternoon at a beach a little bit up Highway 1.  It was a good birthday.  Yes, 27 feels pretty good.

Some iPhone photos from my birthday . . .

Birthday gifts.

Birthday treats.

Rocking 27.  Photo by Jen M.

Blongo Ball 1.

Blongo Ball 2.

Birthday gathering.

Rock exploration.

Setting and backgammon set.

J vs. Confetti Cupcake.

Such a good dog.

Hat swap.

Beach sitting.

Khaki ad?

Khaki ad!

Panther Beach 1.

Panther Beach 2.

Cliffs.

More Beach Blongo Ball.

Favorites.

Buckwheat fits right in.

The end.