27

When I was little, I always thought, “27. That’s the year you become a real adult.”

LOL.

I might appear to be an adult on the outside, but let me tell you some secrets…

I don’t divide my whites from color when I do the laundry. I struuuuggle to go get the oil changed in my car. I need serious help doing my taxes. I can be more selfish than a seven year old. I still break out and get cavities… two things I really hoped I would have locked down by this point. My love for snacking on Goldfish, coloring, and singing to myself has yet to diminish. I wear overalls at least once a week. I don’t know nearly as much as I should about politics. And picking up a book and reading is a hard thing for me to do.

As I read over this list of things above, I see a lot of goals — things I want to get better at, take better ownership over. But I also see a lot of childlike qualities… those things, I hope never go away.

For as long as I’m alive, I hope that I’m always using my hands to be creative and never so absorbed in my appearance that I can’t enjoy a big ol’ fist full of Goldfish or go out in public without makeup because of a dumb blemish. Although I haven’t performed in years, I hope I never stop singing. I hope I always feel confident enough to dress however I feel like dressing, and don’t feel boxed in by what’s trending or luxurious… for that very reason, I refuse to get rid of the most comfortable, yet heinous, pair of Reef’s flip flops from my freshman year of college. I hope I can forever look at nature the way a child does, with big curious eyes. I hope I always have faith like a child does.

For my birthday, I asked Nick to take me on a Carmel adventure!

The day was bliss. The weather was overcast, with a slight chill. We got to downtown Carmel around lunch time and had eggplant parmesan and Caprese salad at Little Napoli. With full bellies, we snuck in and out of different antique stores, and searched for a good cup of coffee. Then we embarked on the 17-Mile Drive down to Pebble Beach. On our way, we found a forest. It had ombré grass, changing from red to yellow, and trees that stood perfectly straight up and seemed to go into the sky forever.

We stopped at several different beaches along the 17-Mile Drive, running out on rocks, ignoring the “DO NOT ENTER” signs. When we got to “The Lone Tree” we found someone to take our picture. We felt like total tourists, but it didn’t matter.

Just as it was getting dark, we finished up our drive and walked around downtown Monterey. It’s probably a good thing the Monterey Bay Aquarium was closed by that point or I may have tried to sneak into the water to play with the Otters. Maybe I’ll make that a goal for my 28th birthday.

We finished the night by seeing Finding Dory. If you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend you go. It was just as hilarious as we expected it would be, and of course, made me cry, like all good Pixar movies do.

Below are some photos from the day. Both Nick and I had our cameras so we could capture our different perspectives. I’m so thankful for a husband who can get on board with my passion for photography, and not only support it, but adopt it and do it with me. This was a trip that I will never forget.

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I’m certain that I will never fully figure out how to be a “real adult.” Sure, I’ll improve in some of the areas above, but I think it’s going to be ok if I “just keep swimming” too.

For now I must be going. Talk soon, friends.

Kate

 

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