The build up to that age was somewhat stressful, even for a man. It's one of those ages that society has decided that you should have your shit figured out.
On my 30th birthday, I went to a hardcore punk concert to see Refused, a band I have loved since I was 18. The next day I started work at a new ad agency.
I don't know if I will ever have my shit figured out – I quit that sweet job to move to Budapest and make ads for Big Tobacco – but I was closer to having myself figured out.
The older I get, the more I know that getting my shit together has less to do with having a house or a bunch of kids and more to do with being comfortable with myself.
This summer I turned 32. After a weekend in one of Hungary's wine growing regions with Kata, we shared a birthday dinner at home before we joined a few friends at a Sick of it All concert – yes, another hardcore punk concert.
It's only an ideal birthday for a handful of people – even Kata was surprised at the prospect of watching aged punk rockers on my birthday – but it was me, it was fun, it was perfect for my birthday.
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| Badacsony! Wine! Heat! |
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| Birthday dessert |
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| The older I get, the less good I am at these cell phone photo thingys. |
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