Then it was the holiday season. My partner and I had only two weeks before we had to return to work, so we squeezed in a visit to our respective home cities. We spent the first few days in my home town catching up with some old mates - discussing new mortgages, new engagements, who was getting married, who was having (or had) children. As I hadn't been back to Sydney for over a year, a lot had gone on - seemingly overnight. It seemed that we had suddenly reached that age where everyone was making big decisions and big commitments. Sure, some friends and acquaintances had started early - Facebook had conveyed a steady stream of wedding photos and baby pics and engagement announcements over the last year or two. But they were the exception, not the norm. Now it seemed that I was the exception, with no mortgage or engagement ring or pregnancy to boast about.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Turning 30
I just turned 30. Well, 5 months ago actually - much like the decade that preceded it, time has flown and without realising it almost half a year has passed already.
I was quite excited about entering my 30's. Despite all the jokes ("So you're turning 29 again, right?") I wore this milestone like a badge of honour. I felt exactly where I was supposed to be at this age. I had a Bachelor's degree and Post-graduate under my belt, my career was on track with a steady flow of work coming my way... and I was in a loving relationship with a man I adored. Plus - I was free of debt (well, if you discount that annoying HECS debt) and even had some meagre savings stashed away. Suffice to say I was pretty chuffed - cocky even. "Bring on the next decade!" I thought.
Then it was the holiday season. My partner and I had only two weeks before we had to return to work, so we squeezed in a visit to our respective home cities. We spent the first few days in my home town catching up with some old mates - discussing new mortgages, new engagements, who was getting married, who was having (or had) children. As I hadn't been back to Sydney for over a year, a lot had gone on - seemingly overnight. It seemed that we had suddenly reached that age where everyone was making big decisions and big commitments. Sure, some friends and acquaintances had started early - Facebook had conveyed a steady stream of wedding photos and baby pics and engagement announcements over the last year or two. But they were the exception, not the norm. Now it seemed that I was the exception, with no mortgage or engagement ring or pregnancy to boast about.
Then it was the holiday season. My partner and I had only two weeks before we had to return to work, so we squeezed in a visit to our respective home cities. We spent the first few days in my home town catching up with some old mates - discussing new mortgages, new engagements, who was getting married, who was having (or had) children. As I hadn't been back to Sydney for over a year, a lot had gone on - seemingly overnight. It seemed that we had suddenly reached that age where everyone was making big decisions and big commitments. Sure, some friends and acquaintances had started early - Facebook had conveyed a steady stream of wedding photos and baby pics and engagement announcements over the last year or two. But they were the exception, not the norm. Now it seemed that I was the exception, with no mortgage or engagement ring or pregnancy to boast about.
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