Him: Hey, your birthday's coming up!
Me: Oh, you remembered! Thank you : ) (yes, I even talk out loud with emoticons, so :p)
Him: How are you doing? I thought you might want to talk about it....
Me: Hmm? What do you mean?
Him: My older brother just turned thirty and he freaked out about it for a little while.
Me: Oh, I feel fine about it.
Him: But why did you come to Ukraine? What do you really want out of life? Is this it?
Me: (internally: hey, I think I'm supposed to be asking myself those questions!)
Isn't that what we are supposed to do? Treat big numbers like 25, 30, 40, and 50 with extreme caution? Tread carefully and kind of cringe when anyone brings it up? But I don't feel like that right now; actually, I feel positively flippant about thirty.
Start Big Plans.
Start A Career.
Start A Family.
Start a 401K Seriously.
That's not to say things are perfect. I still drag my feet when going to work
how I first began blogging about Ukraine) in which I am faithful to this land of the yellow and blue flag yet recognize that there are unpleasant idiosyncrasies that can only be endured as a part of the relationship. But the bigger point is that there was a goal and that goal was achieved. Had we not pushed through and made the sacrifices to come here nineteen months ago, I'm not sure how I would be viewing thirty. Maybe it would be what I thought it would be- an unwelcome reminder of time passing by. Had the past ten years not been so full of turmoil, thirty might not feel like such an sweet accomplishment.