I’m having a hard time putting into words what turning 30 means to me, especially given yesterday’s incredible outpouring of love at my surprise party. Allison (my gorgeous, generous, super sexy girlfriend) had been planning the party for a month and flew 2,500 miles to make sure she was there to see me bury my face in my hands when I figured out what was going on. She invited not only my dad and stepmom, but my board gamers, my gym rats, work friends, and those who do not fall into easy categories. There were crackers filled with coins and gems, gummy crocodiles, and eye patches; a Peter Pan themed frosted cake and the best peanut butter chocolate cheesecake this side of anywhere.
In three months I will be leaving Spokane, leaving my community, and leaving my life as it currently stands. I am so grateful to have been given an evening surrounded by all the people I love (and who love me). Until they were all gathered in one room, I didn’t realize how strong of a connection I have to this city. Spokane doesn’t suck, y’all.
I’m feeling good about turning 30. The past ten years were about learning to love myself, figuring out what I want in a partner, coming out, and deciding what I want for my future. My twenties were full of heartache and insecurity, but also full of adventures and some incredible friendships. I lived in 3 states, traveled overseas for the first time, and went on more Disney trips than I can count (bless).
I’ve got some big goals for the next ten years. I want to make a living as an illustrator and never stop learning. I want to marry the girl of my dreams. I want to travel the world. I want to take chances and live hard and not take anything for granted.
Mostly, I want to be happy. I want to keep my relationships strong, keep my family close, and be good. Life is moving quickly and I want to enjoy every minute of it.