Forever Paisley

30th birthdays shouldn’t be overlooked. Three whole decades of accomplishments, a few slip ups and growth. To me, thirty is that age. That age where you’ve finally recovered from the perpetual hangover you began to acquire in college (err, high school). That age where you have grown to understand yourself and your relationships with others. That age where you’ve figured out how to focus on your goals and your future while still living in the moment. At 29, I have yet to achieve these milestones in life, but this past November, Dan proved worthy of moving on.

While he said he wanted to keep it low key, that didn’t sound fun to me, the twenty-something. After some brainstorming we agreed that a weekend somewhere new, with a fridge full of micro-brews and a barn packed with good company, was probably the best option. To Asheville we went. In Asheville, we conquered. From Halloween debauchery to mountainous mini-van adventures, we covered a lot of ground. There was laughter. There was nonsense. The colors were perfect. The vibe was just right.

Thank you to all who made the trip and thank you to North Carolina for tolerating us.