I turned twenty-seven yesterday.
I had a great birthday and spent most of the day with friends, which is always a good thing. Sadly, I wasn’t able to see too much of my family, as they are scattered across the globe right now, but they made sure to call me at midnight..
I’ve realized that there are too many birthday milestones. I can understand how turning eighteen, twenty one, and twenty five can be milestones , but since when did twenty seven become such a massive one? I’m not sure when, exactly, it happened, but it definitely has become a marked birthday . Actually, the next few years are going to be milestones on their own, as they will each mark one year closer to the ever-dreaded thirty. I even got a few “happy 3 to 30” birthday wishes this year, which took me by surprise.
Not that age has ever been a big deal to me, but there are some things that I am unhappy about now that I have turned twenty seven. It wasn’t really supposed to be like this. It’s quite clear that I am not thrilled with my current job, but I feel that there are many other things to be considered when one turns twenty seven as well. Should twenty-seven-year-olds be living in a studio apartment? Should they be balding already? Should they be thinking of settling down? Should they have a substantial amount in their savings account? Should they be eating on paper plates to avoid washing up?
Ah well, only three more years until I hit the massive 3-0, so might as well make the most of my twenties for now.
Until then – No! Thirties are not the new twenties ..