I am not closer to 30 than to 20. It feels weird. Though I was still the youngest (adult) at my birthday party. There was a 4 year old, but of the people who have learned to read in that room I was the youngest by 6 years. So. Still a baby. Which is good, because I don’t always feel like a grown up. I think that is normal though. In a chat with my Nana, who is 97, she says she still feels like young woman. She is only tethered to age by her body. As are we all.
My party was a blast. It was not a “birthday party” but a party for my birthday. That is what I wanted, fun with my friends. And we had a great time. There was wine, and food, and wine and beer and cake and wine.
The spread was quiche, Mac-n-cheese, kisir, Polish apple and leek salad, tuna veggie salad, white cheese borek, chocolate cake, cinnamon rolls, kadayif and carmel cake.
Yes, I am still waddling.