The best place to turn 30 is in your parents home. After a night of festivities with most of my closest friends and some extended family, and after a day of relaxing and just enjoying being with my parents, the most appropriate way to fall asleep as a 30 year old is in a childhood bed (the one you only got after spending 3 months sleeping on the floor because you were too picky - even when you brought that crying fake baby home from school, that was supposed to be a lesson in not becoming pregnant early - which luckily, instead, became the impetus for my choosing a bed), staring at photos that have been hanging since you put them there in high school. not to mention, my bedspread is leopard print, so there's that.
I keep hearing 30 is incredible - the best of the best. Things happen. Things start moving in your favour and you become one of those people with things I've only ever imagined up until this point in my life - things like 'disposable income' and 'a job you love'. And it starts to be the time for complete and utter wholeness.
And I have to say, that sounds pretty good - for someone who already has a pretty outrageously good life, I'm also pretty ready to see what the universe thinks will up the ante.
I'm totally sure that there is so much more to say about being 30, and yet, I'll leave it at this: for now, all I need, is to fall asleep in the room I became who I am, in. Leopard print bedspread and all.
