Good evening guys, checking in here on the blog between making of a fish gratin (with Norwegian salmon) and watching old music videos with my partner (we got hooked on old german songs!) and I’ve missed you over the weekend! I was in Oslo celebrating my best friends 30th birthday party, a big birthday bash with 400 pink ballons and an installed bar in the living room decorated with pink plastic flamingos. To turn thirty years old is special and somehow a real step into the “adult world”.
Thirty comes with expectations on many level, luckily I do not really care so much about these things but I felt it strongly among the girls crowd yesterday. Some break up with their high school sweet hearts after 10 years (good for them!) and thinking they will never find a boyfriend again, some have families or pregnant and some are full blown career women thinking about nothing else than climbing the corporate ladder. It is an age where everyone is extremely far apart from each other or incredibly close on the same tracks with life and family. I witnessed all these mentioned scenarios yesterday and I find it interesting that we, the ones turning thirty loves to categories and put each other into boxes. I find myself pretty non-categorised, but I still have six months left to enjoy my 29th year to the fullest. I wish you a lovely Sunday evening!