parade

well here i sit, on my final day of being 32. i feel pretty good about that. i used to hate my birthday eve. it used to freak me out, but i feel a lot more content and at peace than i used to. i think this is good. an improvement. i suppose it's a sign of maturity. 32 has been a good year. a really good year full of all sorts of new experiences and steps forward. i feel happy.

a year ago today (the 16 – not the third sunday of december), we took possession of our house and prepared to move in. i remember when b and i got the keys and came in to our home the first time. i got all teary-eyed and overwhelmed. now we're firmly established here and fully integrated into this space.

i really have so much to be thankful for, big and small, that i can only go into 33 feeling pumped and ready for whatever comes next.

this afternoon b and i went to see jian ghomeshi at the baby grand. it was really great. he talked, read excerpts from his book and had a question and answer time. i was surprised by how much i laughed. he was great. and is a really down to earth guy. very fun.

we're all late bloomers when it comes to love.