Another year older and deeper in debt.<\/p>\n
Except I’m not in debt. And I don’t really feel older.<\/p>\n
Start again.<\/p>\n
I am 30 years old. Now. It feels odd, to say it. I don’t feel that old. But on the other hand I’m not a kid anymore. And that’s okay. Life goes on, slowly.<\/p>\n
The dinner with the family yesterday went just fine. We went to R?dhus Caf?en, like the day my parents got married. I was a little nervous that I’d feel bad because the place would be crowded in the afternoon. But we were seated in a corner so it wasn’t really a problem. I had a good time. Excellent pork slices with potatoes and lovely parsley sauce. It was as good as the first time we were there. And once again it was nice to be out and do something as a family. That is one of the major improvements in my life since I moved out on my own. I feel much better doing family things like that. <\/p>\n
So all in all it was a good birthday with goat babies and family outing. I can’t really ask for more than that.<\/p>\n