I turned 30 today.
In newspaperspeak, 30 is the end. It's what signals that a story is over. The last of it. Finito.
For me, it's promising, though. This is the year I'm going to get married to the love of my life.
Still, it's somewhat sad to note that the 20s are over. It was a good decade. First drink, first real girlfriend, first travel abroad, first road trip out west, first time backpacking, first time in Montana... all this happened in the 20s. They were fun, tough, challenging, and mostly poverty-stricken. I ate a lot of Ramen in my 20s.
Now it's the end.