- Realising my parents only have limited years left on earth.
- Realising that I only have eight years to go until 30.
- Seeing people asleep on the streets of my city.
- Seeing people do the jobs that nobody else wants to do.
- Being dragged into a pet store by BF and seeing the adorable dogs and cats cooped up in a little glass pen.
That’s my five minutes of wallowing for today.
Do not be sad for one minute about #2. 8 years! That’s over a third of your life so far. I was apprehensive about hitting 30 but I love it. All of the uncertainty of my 20’s is gone.
re #2: *blink* Once in a while, I forget our age difference. 🙂
re #1: My parents used to verbally remind me of that all the time, but I soon after realized the much sadder thing was whether those years were good or not.