Last weekend, we went up to my dad's house in New Hampshire for two days of R&R. It's a 5 hour drive so we spend a good chunk of the weekend driving every time we visit. Yet we still go home at the very least once a month if not more.
A big part of that is spending time with my family and seeing my 3 year old brother, Jackson.
As a blogger, I feel a lot of pressure to constantly have the latest and greatest when it comes to clothes, bags, shoes, and accessories. Fortunately, I have a husband who keeps me grounded and would never let me go overboard on what could be a mild shopping addiction. Spending your hard earned money on clothes is also not necessarily what I want to promote.
People love talking about how romantic it is to be caught in a summer rain storm. Eff that! It's wet and humid and ruins my hair for the rest of the day. I have a pretty severe hatred towards summer rain (I know we need it for nature/not killing the planet purposes, this rant is excluding that small fact).
It's official. As of today I'm in the last year of my 20's. And guess what? It doesn't feel nearly as scary as I thought it would!
