This is the day I've been waiting for. The day I finally feel like an adult.

I really mean it when I say I've been looking forward to turning thirty years old. 

I mean, I started defining myself as "practically 30" the day I turned 28!

Maybe it has something to do with being the "baby" in the family, but Thirty feels like the first adult year for me.

People are starting to call me ma'am. And ma'am I am. Even if that one did sting a bit the first time. Especially because the guy who said it was only in his early 20's.

This year, I'm spending this momentous occasion in my new home (Mexico) where my friends in their 30's are grandmothers. We may not be in the same place in our lives, but we kind of are. Thirty is an important year for a woman, I think.  Young but wiser with the experience our twenties provided. And wise enough to know there is still a lot of wisdom to come.