My 29th Birthday: A Weekend in NYC
Posing in Central Park on a foggy day
It has become an annual tradition that my parents fly out to the East Coast for my birthday. This year, we met up in New York City on the 14th, and spent the next few days enjoying the CIty–seeing shows, strolling about and eating good food. I also brought along my facy digital camera that I’ve always wanted to get better at using, however for one reason or another have tended to either leave at home or shy away from using: this time, I took a lot of pictures, some of which are below. What made this year’s celebration the best yet, however, was that Bianca, the woman of my dreams, was with me for the trip.
I am now 29 years old, a fact that, on a day-to-day basis, seems perfectly normal; but as soon as I step back to think about it, I can hardly believe that I am nearly 30. To be clear, I don’t have any particular feelings about being 29 or 30 or any other number, I just find it fascinating to reflect on the passage of time. I can vividly recall being 15 and celebrating the year 2000; getting my driver’s license; graduating high school; spending a year studying in Spain during my junior year at college; riding my bicycle across the United States; moving to Providence (six and a half years ago already!); and starting Capital Good Fund (nearly five years ago).