So, I turn 30 on Aug. 31st. A milestone birthday, for in particular. My mother died one month after her 30th birthday (22 years ago today actually). I look at that and think, wow, I barely know who I am and what I want, I can't imagine having it all cut so short. To me, 30 means no more 20s; I'll no longer be part of the age group that includes 21 year olds, which is nice. There's no age barriers anymore - at least not until I want to start enjoying senior discounts when I get to be 55. My 30s should be a time where I get out of early-adulthood debt (i.e. college/student loan debt). It should be a time where I develop my adult identity; who I will be and what I will believe in. I should be starting to plant the seeds of an actual career, rather than just stringing together a series of jobs. I'll travel more, see more exotic places, and start building a financial foundation to get me there!
I'm totally looking forward to my 30s. But I also recognize that there are only 30 days left before I cross that threshhold, so I am going to take the time to think about what the good things about one's twenties are.
The beginning is always the best place to start; so where was I when I turned 20? Hmmm. I almost forgot! I was in Luxemburg, I'm pretty sure, just about to travel to Mannheim, Germany, for a 1 month intensive German school before beginning my year-long study in Bremen, Germanty. Gosh. What a long way I've come. I remember being both naive and unfettered. We thought nothing of dragging our stuff all over the place from the airport to the train station to some little 1* hotel we found in our Let's Go guide. Wow. I had no idea what that year in Germany was going to do to me when I turned 20.
I hope my 30s are just as exciting!
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Wow, your mom was only 30. That is so sad. That must be weird to be turning that age. I have a few years left before I am the age that my dad was.
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