It was my birthday this weekend, and I was a little bit down about it. As much as I don’t want to fall into the cliches about women and getting older, I still have to admit that turning thirty is a life milestone, and I’m not really where I planned to be at this milestone. Everything’s going the right direction, at least, I’m loving my game job and being in the city and writing, I’ve reconnected with old friends and made some great new ones. But being completely broke, ending a long-term relationship, and moving back to Jersey is just not the story I wanted to be at thirty.
I’ve long thought the Facebook birthday thing was a pointless use of the technology, an add-on that really existed to sell virtual gifts (remember those?) or targeted ads. But when my Facebook wall exploded with greetings for my second adolescence and the beginning of official spinsterhood, I had to reconsider.
Former students from around the world. Guys I dated. Co-writers on projects that rocked. Co-writers on projects that flopped. Expat friends. Ex-boyfriends’ family members. Game journalists. China bloggers. Tech writers. I’m pretty excited to be connected to so many awesome people as I start my next adolescence.
That’s the story I want.
