I’m 30. If you didn’t know that, then I’m guessing you’re hearing glass shatter or some other drastic reaction like that. Now I’ve only been 30 for about 3 months, but I’m at that age where adding a quarter or a half to my age isn’t as much fun as it was when I was 5. I have no problems with my age, I like to think I’m having a good time with it. So why am I writing a post about how old I am? Well, I met a guy last week who took such a dislike to my age, he literally walked away seconds after finding out how old I was.
So, to Reece, the 23-24 year old Australian that I spent over 2 hours chatting with, thank you. Yep, THANK YOU. First, you thought I was at most 24, I am flattered by that and maybe I’ll write a thank you note to Biore for their great moisturizer. More importantly though, you made me realize just how ok I am with not only my age, but the life I’ve chosen to go with it. Yes, an argument could be made that working as a bartender/housekeeper in the small Western Australian town of Morawa isn’t a very fabulous lifestyle, but it’s more about what it represents than what it is at the surface.
I’ve never been that person who set goals/achievements by a certain age. Yes, someday I want a husband, a nice house with a white picket fence, some kids, a fabulous career, etc… But I don’t want that right now. For the last few years, every time I thought about picking a city, finding that great job and settling down, a foreign destination would pop into my head. I wasn’t ready for that and I’m still not. Hell, I’m not sure if I ever will be.
I’m in Australia. I’m using a great opportunity to see an amazing country, meet fantastic people and I get to earn money legally at the same time. I’m going to treat this year or so as a chance to travel a part of the world I’ve never been to. I’ve already spent a couple weeks in Fiji. New Zealand is next door, Southeast Asia is a cheap plane ride away and I haven’t even touched the surface of Australia yet. There is so much that I want to see and do here–the Great Ocean Road, Sydney Harbour, Uluru, the Great Barrier Reef, Darwin’s Beer Can Regatta, a footy match, I hope they sell beer at Cricket games, the Outback…seriously, this list could go on forever.
For now though, I’m in Morawa. I’ll be here for another month before heading back to Bendigo to celebrate and welcome Dana to the Third Decade Club.
I just hope she’s as happy with 30 as I am.