So, I had my thirty first birthday last week. Not quite as awe inspiring as the thirtieth birthday, but still, I had fun. I don’t feel any older, and I still think of myself as twenty five rather than thirty-something. It’s good being born in a year ending in zero, too, because you don’t need to think too hard about how old you are when someone asks.
My sister went back home to Canada on Thursday morning, two days before my birthday. She’s a good kid.