Next Saturday, Dec 15, I'm turning 30. To say I am panicking would be an understatement. Seriously.
Like my friend C said to me today, 30 makes you feel like you're not young anymore.
I mean, it's not like a surprise or anything -- I've been 29 all year. And I've also been thinking a lot about what going to happen in the future.
Sometimes I feel like since I grew up in New York and I still live in New York now (albeit after spending several years in New England and then abroad), I haven't really made all that much social progress. More or less, besides living on my own and going to work instead of going to school, my life today is not all that different than my life was when I was, say, 13 -- I'm single, the friends I hang out with are single, I do the same stuff I've always done for fun. I wonder if growing up in and then living in New York as an adult has somehow left me emotionally stunted.
Anyway, I've realized my loosely-tailored five-year plan. And I've never had a five-year plan before, not ever. So it's pretty exciting. Big changes ahead or something like that.
I don't know how I will celebrate my birthday this week. Maybe it will involve drinking 30 glasses of champagne. Honorable, no?