So I turned 30 a week ago. It feels weird to write that. I don't feel 30 and apparently I don't look 30 as pretty much every new person I encounter asks me what school I go to. I always liked getting older for that reason, but 30 just sounds so different. Most of my friends are past that mark so I thought it wouldn't bother me and it doesn't really. It's just weird to state my age now. I had a lovely birthday and it all started by having my desk covered in french macarons and cupcakes with gold candles, a big bunch of balloons (as seen above) and a tiara which I wore all day. All compliments of my lovely friend Emilie. Late that day I saw this article:
I guess turning 30 isn't so bad after all.
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