So I'm coming up on my thirty-second birthday. In some ways it's even crazier than hitting thirty was. At least for that one, I was still in my twenties while I was waiting for my age to roll over to the next digit. There are days I walk around, especially in the library, and have a hard time thinking about other people seeing me as in my thirties. It's a weird thought.
To all the kids around there, I'm an adult who knows everything. To my co-workers, I'm just one of the other people working there. So why do I still feel like a kid around them sometimes? This too, is weird.
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