29, GOING, GOING...

Today is the last day of my twenties. I’m not really sad to see them go, in fact I embrace thirty. Nice round number. It feels like something, where twenty nine felt a bit nothing-y. In fact if I’m totally honest most of my twenties have felt a bit nothing-y, apart from the enforced major life changes and heartbreak. Boo hoo.

I feel I may have to refer to my twenties as ‘the bleak years’ or ‘