Roaring 20´s

No , I am not talking about the 1920´s....
I am talking about my own twenties!

Why?  Just because I can and just because my twenties were the most important years of my life!


My 20´th birthday , I cannot even remember anymore! It was probably nothing special, but I do remember my 21st! That year was a year of many firsts..


..... *sigh*  I would kill for having that waist again!!

In this year I got my very first apartment with my then boyfriend Rory. It was actually a quite big apartment in an area of Dordrecht ( city in Holland) , which was not really the nicest. But hey, we didnt care! away from the parents was a great feeling and for us we didnt care were that was..

Anyway I never have been a great interior designer, so also not with my first place..
Unfortunately I dont have pictures either of this place, except this very charming *cough* one with me and my little sister while we were painting the place.. My sister probably will hate me for posting this pic,.. ( sorry SIS!!)

Yeah those good old days where we did nothing else then working, partying and having huuuuuge hangovers.
Later it all seemed very superficial. but i think we all need times like this!

So the party years past by.. I broke up with Rory after 3 years and moved in with my best friend at the time and had some more party years, boyfriends and well.. you know how that goes.

Fastforward  couple of years and I was single, had a great little place for myself and my 2 cats, a good job as an sales account manager and friends all around me.. I was 26 years old.

My friend and neighbour at that time, Karin, asked me if I wanted to go to Barcelona for a small holiday at her boyfriends place and his flatmates.. I thought why not and she gave me some MSN names  ( yeaahhh good old MSN!!) from the flatmates, for me to get to know them a bit better before we would stay there for the week.

Well... One of the flatmates is now my Husband!
In short.. we fell in love and a month later I gave up everything in my home country and moved to Spain.

I was just 27 when I pied on a stick and saw I was pregnant. Shayne and me were a year together and actually planned this. Yeah people around us thought us to be crazy to plan already as it was quite fast, but we couldn´t care less what people thought., We knew this was the right thing for us.
So 9 months and 4 days later our little Sofia was born in Cork, Ireland, were we moved very soon after we found out I was pregnant.

Still in my twenties, actually only 13 months after Sofia was born, we welcomed little Livia in our lives!

Now being out of my twenties  , I can say those years were the years I grew from a being a young woman, still a teenager really, to a mother of two lovely girls! I am married now, but that didnt happen in my twenties. Actually that happened when I was just 1 month out of it!
In my twenties I got my first house, but also my first job in an office ( I remember I felt really an adult when I first stepped in that office). The party hardy fase faded overtime and we became responsible working parents.. ( when did that happened?? ow yeah , in my twenties....)

So now a couple of years in my thirties.... you still have to wait a couple ( or a lot) more years for the Best Thirties post!

Hasta Pronto

Jany