Listening to Bob Seger, and contemplating my last blog before I'm thirty. I'm finding it amusing that milestones make us sentimental. Tomorrow is no different than today – I won't be able to drive anything different, or drink anything different, or cash in any retirement savings. I'm not leaving anything behind. Well, nothing except my 'List of things to do before I turn 30'... moving around the world wasn't on there, and it set me back :) Maybe I'll add it so that I can mark it off.

The electricity just went out as I'm typing, and I laughed out loud. Case and point that nothing's spectacular about being in your twenties, or hitting 3-0 – still gonna be in a village with limited power at best, eating bah bah (rice porridge) :)

Cambodians don't typically celebrate birthdays – most don't know exactly when they were born. They were probably born at home, and no one wrote it down.

I'm sure a few of you are laughing at me b/c you've already hit 30 and its no big deal. Why is it so bittersweet then? For those folks that sent birthday cards and balloons in a care package – THANK YOU! It just came to me! The obvious reason its bittersweet is b/c there won't be cake – there's my mission: find cake. Or something that could resemble cake... or at least be sweet.

“...feel the wind, and set yourself a bolder course...” Thanks, Bob.