It’s the little things that make you feel old

In just over half a year I will be entering my thirties. But I’m not one to freak out about the fact that my youth is almost officially over. In a way, the last five years have been a gradual slope into adulthood anyway. Marriage, a kid, a job I held down for four straight years (a personal record), a beard, working in a field where people several years older view me as some kind of expert, starting a writing career in drips and drabs, another kid… In spite of it all, I still feel quite youthful and not at all like I need to worry about another decade coming to a close.

But two days ago I called the police on a neighbor who was playing his radio too loud.

And yesterday… I bought an area rug.