Goodbye Little Girl

Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. I have a few weird feelings about this, like didn't I *just* turn 21? Or wait, wasn't it just like, 2 years ago when I was still 18 years old and I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. Maybe I still don't know! And are those more grey hairs coming out of my head? How did this happen? This aging thing?

But then, didn't a ton of things happen in my twenties? Like, I moved out on my own, moved 5 different times, had a variety of roommates and lived by myself for the first time ever. I got a cat, had to put him to sleep and then got two more (and then another 1 later, but she really is Dan's still). I made a lot of new friends, maintained some really great old friendships, rekindled some friendships and alienated some along the way. I dated numerous guys, a good portion of them really lame. I had 1 long term relationship end, 1 terrible long term relationship unfold and then now am in the best relationship of my life and getting married next year. Lots of my friends got married or had babies or both. My mother survived breast cancer. I have had 7 different jobs in my twenties! Loads of things happened, so I guess the time didn't really fly like I thought. Or maybe it did. I don't know. I'm not even sure what time is.

I do know one thing, I have had approximately 5,968 different hairstyles from the ages of 20-30.

In fact, I made a nice photo set on flickr that you should check out featuring random photos of me throughout my twenties. And because blogs are boring without pictures, here is a teaser collage.

I like to take photos of myself. What?