Turning thirty was something I eagerly anticipated. I looked forward to leaving my troubled twenties behind. To being able to remember my age because it’d be a round number again. I saw it as something to be obscurely proud of. How old are you (how far have you come in life)? I’m thirty (I’ve survived thirty years and am still basically sane).
I don’t know if it’s the age change or plain ole coincidence, but there’s[...]
