Am I really 30?

I woke up this morning in time to enjoy the last few minutes of my twenties the mourned when the witching hour came and went: 7:59am.

Dope... I am now 30 years old. The birthday came and went without much fanfare, which is exactly how I wanted it to be. Moving cross country pretty much sealed the deal that it would be a low key event, but that's just fine. I am not remorseful, whispy or regretful of turning 30, but it will take some getting used to that I am no longer twenty-something. One of the birthday cards I got read, "If turning 50 is the new 30, then 30 must be the new 10." Yeah, I like that one.

Beth's mom and grandma left this morning and my parents arrived last night. It's been a busy week leading up to the big day. I'm glad my parents made it out here not only to see the new house and to tour the area, but to celebrate the day with me. Sofakitty and a friend came over to help me celebrate. I had wanted to make crab legs for my birthday, and I did. Everyone thought it was weird that I wanted to cook on my birthday, but I really did want to. I ended up making these huge crab legs that weighed about a pound each and a dish called Frogmore Stew. That recipe is now in The Recipe Box. It was nice to have a low key night and enjoy one another's company. Happy Birthday to me!