My Dear 28, you were not at all what I expected. When I entered my season with you, I was excitedly watching the Oscars with my closest friends and hoping Ludwig Goransson won for his Black Panther score (he did).
28, my first day with you was sweet, complete with waffles, cookie cake, and red wine. I was expectant that it would be a year of fun and growth and maybe a couple life changes.
Oh 28, you did not contain the life changes that I was expecting.
My sneaky 28, you took me on a rollercoaster of change and brokenness. You contained the deepest grief I have ever walked through. You held more tears in your 365 days than perhaps the combined 3 years before you came into my life.
Yikes, 28, you held some really awkward moments for me, like being in a wedding and walking down the aisle with my ex. Like weeping in the presence of a complete stranger at IHOP (the prayer place, not the waffle place). Like accidentally picking a rice blessing off a Hindu woman’s forehead in Bali (that happened last week).
I learned so much with you by my side. You were the year that I learned who I was and what I wanted. You were the year that I quit my job. You were the year that I moved from my home to my hometown. You were the year that I traveled to 8 countries and 9 States. You were the year that I visited Disney World for the first time and spent Thanksgiving in a hostel in Seattle. You were the year that I decided to go back on the World Race.
28, you held raw and sacred intimacy with my Abba that is so deep and sweet that my life cannot and will not ever be the same.
28, you held healing so vast and full that I still don’t think you were only 1 year big.
I have to admit, I’m sad to see you go. I got comfortable in the grief and in the goodbyes you held. I’m curious what life without you will be.
My Dearest 28, you were my favorite. You will always hold a special and deep sweetness in my heart.
Thank you 28. You were the best year of my life.
