30 years old. I am now officially 30 years old.
I’m fairly sure I’m the only person on the planet who isn’t freaking out about reaching such a milestone at the age, but there we go, I’m not.
Instead, I used the excuse to extend the usual week of festivities around my 36-hour birthday into a fortnight (along with an amazing 2 week holiday we have coming up shortly!). It’s 36-hours long with the time difference in New Zealand – an exclusive benefit to the expat lifestyle – but with the lovely, lovely friends and family around me, what can be a homesickness trigger was actually a whirlwind celebratory champagne, fantastic meals and a secretly organised long weekend in a beautiful European city.
I’ve decided to spend the next decade in a similar vein, and simply keep living life to the full for as long as possible.
It’s been delicious. Astoundingly 3 birthday cakes, 2 brunches, an astonishing amount of emptied champagne glasses, 5 dinners, too many cocktails, 2 lunches – one in a long held bucket list restaurant, so very many amazing people…
… a plethora of overseas facebook messages, a table full of birthday
cards, two-Michelin stars, one plate of breakfast meatballs, 3 choruses of happy birthday, many tables full of people I love and a trip
to Gothenburg, Sweden that was only revealed at the
airport to my utter delight.
Many of these photos are grainy as I didn’t want to spoil the
magic of the moment by lugging out my proper camera, but each one is a
special moment with some of the best people in the world.
My ribs are aching from laughter, my hips have probably expanded exponentially, my heart is full and my head is whirring with so many words I think it might just implode. There are people I still haven’t seen and a few that I’ll only be able to Skype but all in all I’ve been thoroughly spoilt rotten.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Cheers to the next chapter of this amazing journey.
I suppose now that I’m 30 I’ll need to start adulting properly, but I very much doubt it’s going to happen somehow…