Leaving my twenties behind…

Today I officially left my twenties behind. I entered into the realm of being “in my thirties”. I’ve always downplayed birthdays and number related holidays like new year’s, saying that its really just a number and you really don’t feel any different. But today I actually feel different. I’m having a hard time describing what it is that feels different, but when I got up this morning, it wasn’t the same. Since I moved here in 96, all the people I met were already in their thirties. I always felt like I was part of them, just younger. They always told me that the real party started at 30 and I never gave much thought to it because I usually attened all the parties they did. But now that i’m there, or here, let the real party begin, whatever that means.

3 Comments so far

  1. JosephFinn (unregistered) on August 13th, 2004 @ 8:37 am

    Happy birthday, at least!

  2. Chicago Chick (unregistered) on August 14th, 2004 @ 6:50 am

    Happy Birthday. Not sure if the “real party” starts at 30, but at least you don’t really give a crap what people think by the time you reach 30. I think it has to do with working a lot and being too tired to care.

  3. (unregistered) on August 18th, 2004 @ 2:43 am

    I hit 30 last year. I’m single. I work my ass off. I have my own place. And all my friends are about 5 years YOUNGER than me. I’m jokingly referred to as THE SCARY OLD GUY when I go to their parties. 30 scared the everloving shit out of me at first. Now I’m 31 and one day is just another as far as I’m concerned. The IMPENDING DOOM feeling finally wore off and now it’s turned into a complete disregard for anything not concerning me. I guess, whatever. I don’t even live in Chicago anymore anyway….

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