I’m sitting on the couch, on a wet Friday night, wrapped in a blanket, sipping a gin and tonic.
My husband is upstairs – wrestling with wrapping paper I hope.
We’ve a playlist to agree, another drink to have and then my thirties will be over.
They started in Venice, at 30 I was all about the travel back then and determined to be out of the country for my birthday.
We moved to Gorey and I started a new job the same year, newlyweds setting up home, full of anticipation.
Babies followed, our Cubs.
My thirties have been good to me. Busy years, tired years, happy years. Sure, there were bumps along the road, but the overwhelming feeling looking back over the decade is happy memories of times spent with family and friends.
It probably won’t feel any different than last Saturday or the one before that. But it’ll be a whole new decade. A fresh page to start.
Bring it on!