My life is nothing like I thought it would be at 28.
I thought I might be settled… married… maybe a kid or two… a house.
Life at 28 was supposed to have a bit more semblance.
Reasonable 28 year olds don’t jump out of the country for a year with little idea of what that means for their future.
However, this new journey… I wouldn’t trade it for the world, and I’m loving my story.
Because spending my birthday with these people, and doing life with them, is the best way I could celebrate the journey I’ve been blessed with.