Thirty

I turned thirty yesterday. It was a lovely day, full of sunshine and friends and food. And I get quite sentimental, saying goodbye to my twenties. It was a big decade for me, but on the other hand I feel like it's gone in a bit of a circle. Ten years ago I was at Uni, in a long-term relationship, living in the 3068 postcode and watching The West Wing.

Now I'm at Uni (but doing a PhD), in a long-term relationship (with a different [and more wonderful] person), living in the 3068 postcode (different house) and watching The West Wing (streamed from our media server to my iPad).

On the other hand, ten years ago I had no idea what I wanted to do - thought it was something in the film industry (WRONG). Now I'm an author with six books, published in seven countries. I just left an amazing job in order to write and study full time. I feel unbelievably lucky to do what I get to do every day, and do have such wonderful friends, family and partner. I hope things don't change too much in the next decade, because I'm pretty happy with the way things are.