The day has come: I’m 30 now. And yes, it feels weird. I still have to get used to the fact that I’m a ‘grown-up woman’ now. At least my 30s are beginning appropriately with a new grown-up apartment, into which I moved yesterday at last (yes I’m back in Germany, by the way), and a new job soon (probably). So I guess I’m not doing that badly.
During the last months of my 20s, especially during my big trip, I’ve met quite a few people telling me how much their lives changed for the better after their 30th birthday. At 30, you’re not old yet (30 is the new 25, after all) but you’re much closer to yourself than as a 20-year-old. More self-assured and self-aware, because the worst part of the search for your true identity is behind you (at least it is for me). I can feel it: I’m on the right path, even if I can’t see the destination yet with absolute clarity. Maybe the freedom of the 20s is over now, but there’s another kind of freedom awaiting me now, and I’m looking forward to find out what it’s like!