Well, here it is... The last ever day i will have being twenty-something year old. Now i get to put the thirty-something on trial for the next ten years. in a way you almost expect to wake up the day of your birthday and suddenly know some new knowledge that you could never have known till you turned 30. Like when you was younger and you anticipated those milestone birthdays cause it was something special to turn that age. Like the sweet sixteen, or the famous 18 and of course 21, can't leave out 25 since insurance premiums go down, usually. But you expect something special to happen, but for some people you get to look at it as this will go wrong or what will go wrong or happen. Even the I'm thirty now and look at me, what has happened to me... etc.. Being the youngest out of 95% of my friends i have seen different reactions. I think it brings the thought to me that age is just a number. I am celebrating inside that i made it to thirty without being in a wheelchair yet like the doctors told me when i was twenty. But now my thoughts go to then how much longer will it last?? Do i really make any sense?????