Lately I have been feeling a little . . . old. Well, not so much old as . . . grown up. You see, in exactly one month, on August 11, I will be 30 years old. The big 3-0. And honestly, it is freaking me out.
The German noticed my funk a few days ago and we talked about it. As I reflected on my feelings, I realized that turning 30 is tied to all of the changes that have taken place in my life in the past few years. In the past four years I have: lived in Germany, gotten engaged, moved back to the U.S., gotten married, moved back to Germany, finished my PhD, changed careers, opened my own business, bought and renovated a house, opened a pension fund and gotten pregnant. Yes, I have been a bit busy.
Claire: Does this mean that it is all over? Am I a grown up now?
German: What do you mean?
Claire: Well, the time for new adventures and exploring is over. Now it is all about work and driving kids to soccer practice.
German: Don't worry sweetheart, I will help you find new adventures.
And because I have one of the best husbands on the planet, he and I booked plane tickets for a four day weekend in Ireland next month.
So, I have decided that although I might be grown up, the time for doing things is not over. Therefore, I will be kicking my birthday in the butt and partying it up . . . without alcohol of course.
I am inviting my ex-pat blogger buddies (and any buddies far away who want to see me again) to my "3 is a Magic Number" Party.
When: August 11, 7pm
Where: My home
Why: The German will be 32, it is our 3rd wedding anniversary, and I will be 30
If you are interested, please send me an email and I will send details. I have a guest room and an air mattress. Everything is on a first come, first serve basis.