So far, I think I’m more or less okay with this whole “being 30” thing. (It’s not like I have a choice in the matter, after all.)
I had a pretty low-key birthday this year, with festivities no more exciting than dinner out with my parents and a phone call afterwards from my sister. I’m still sort of winding down from Detroit, I think, having all but lost track of what day it is. (It is Monday, right?) I think the dog, who shares the same birthday as me and, as it happens, went to the vet for his shots this afternoon, had a more exciting day than me.
Still, the whole getting older, end-of-my-twenties thing? I’m okay with it.