Ah, the big 3-0! As the clock struck midnight on my birthday, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the milestone I'd been sprinting towards for 15 years. Yes, folks, I've officially joined the ranks of the 30-somethings yesterday, and let me tell you, the air up here smells... well, a lot like it did the other day.

So, there I was, basking in the glow of my third decade on this planet, and it dawned on me—what exactly was all that preparation for? I mean, I've been training for this like it's the Olympics of adulthood, but here I am, and life feels suspiciously similar to when I hit the ripe age of 18. Ah, the good old days of youthful exuberance, where the biggest decision was whether to order pizza or Chinese for dinner.

But hold up, rewind to my 18th birthday—I was out there, making a difference in the world. I donated and volunteered at an orphanage; I did something good for humanity. Fast forward to 30, and I find myself wondering if my superhero cape is just lost in the laundry pile of responsibilities.

Speaking of my 30th shindig, a massive shoutout to all the legends who showed up to make my day memorable—both the old friends who've been putting up with my antics since I moved to Korea and the new ones who have bravely entered the fray. You guys are the real MVPs, and I promise I won't hold it against you if you decide to bail on my 40th. I kid, I kid!


As I sift through the sea of ​​​​​​birthday wishes, I can't help but reflect on the journey that brought me to this point. The truth is, I may not have it all figured out, but I've mastered the art of looking like I do. Adulting, am I right? It's like being handed the keys to a car without ever taking a driving lesson. Sure, I can rev the engine but don't ask me how the blinkers work.

Now that I'm officially a part of the 30 Club, I'm wondering if there's a secret handshake or a decoder ring I missed out on. Do we get a manual for navigating the intricacies of adulthood, or are we all just winging it and hoping for the best? Spoiler alert: it's definitely the latter.

But hey, here's to the next chapter, where wrinkles are laugh lines and "getting lucky" means finding a parking spot right in front of the grocery store. They say life begins at 30, and if that's true, I'm strapping in for the rollercoaster of questionable decisions, unexpected surprises, and the occasional bout of existential dread.

So, here's to being 30, fabulous, and still not entirely sure how taxes work. Cheers to the adventure that lies ahead, and may the next 30 years be as confusing, amusing, and downright ridiculous as the first three decades! Cheers! 🎉🥂