(Me, about midway through my 30s).
Today is the last day of my 30s. Tomorrow my first-born starts kindergarten and I turn 40, and I am mostly excited — but a little nostalgic — about both these milestones.
My 30s were pretty fantastic, albeit exhausting. I fell in love with Drew, I almost lost him (but didn’t), I finished grad school, I saved some money and moved to New York and in with Drew, I got a job at The Frisky where Dear Wendy was popularized, I paid off all my credit card debt, I got engaged, I got married, my student loan debt was paid off (thanks to Drew), I moved to Brooklyn, I launched this very website, I got pregnant, I had Jackson, I welcomed my parents back to the states after forty years abroad, I lost my grandfather, I had a miscarriage, I got pregnant with Joanie, we all moved into a new (slightly bigger) apartment in the neighborhood, Joanie was born, Jackson started public school, I lost my father-in-law, and I adjusted to life as a mother of two young children.
Along the way, I made (and lost some) wonderful friends — some of whom I fully expect to still be in my life 10, 20, maybe even 50 years from now. I appeared on the Today show, was quoted in People Magazine and on NPR and in The Washington Post among others, and my column and essays were published on various websites and publications. And I got to travel to some amazing places: Costa Rica, Paris, Barcelona, Seville, Lisbon, Memphis, New Orleans, Boston, China, London, Vancouver, Austin, Miami, Vermont, and I’m sure other places I am forgetting at the moment because I’m a day away from 40 and my memory sometimes fails me.
It was an eventful decade (as one’s 30s usually are). Thank you, 30s, for being everything I hoped for and more. And thank YOU for letting me share some of it with you and for providing support, commentary, insight, and commiseration along the way. I’m grateful, humbled, a little tired, incredibly excited, and a wee bit nervous to see what the next decade holds (lots of cake, I hope). Cheers!