RyRySays

Yesterday was my 29th birthday. It was a pretty good day - had a cake, got cards and some presents, lots of phone calls and texts. It was still sad. I think that it's mainly because I always figured by this point in my life things would be different - I'd be "successful" and married, with kids and a house. I'm not really sad that I don't have those things - I love my job and think it's pretty cool, my apartment is nice and downtown, and my dog is pretty sweet (except when she's being a butt). It's just...I don't know. It feels like there is now pressure for me to get some of those things within the year. Nobody is really putting that pressure on me, except for me (well and my mom...but only with the babies part - I want grandkids blah blah).

I think the other thing that made it sad was the lack of family members. This is the first birthday in probably a good 5 years (if not longer because when I was in college I went home or they came up) that I haven't spent my birthday (or at least the weekend preceding or following it) with some member of my family, especially my siblings. I really didn't expect to miss them so much. I guess I'd better get used to it because I don't think either of them are moving back here any time soon. And I'm not leaving for at least another 3 years.

Oh well. I guess I'd better start planning for the party for next year because I am going to have to do something big when I hit 30.