Welcome to 30, P

P turned 30 yesterday. Every year for 71 days we are the same age. I very much enjoy my 71 days of not having to hear him comment on the fact that I am older than he is.

For my 30th last year, we decided to splurge on what proved to be a well-worth-it very expensive dinner. We both enjoyed it so much that we went back for his 30th. Well worth it again. The restaurant is relocating to a larger space inside a hotel from their current location in a brownstone, and I am a bit apprehensive. Part of the charm of the experience (and it is as much about the experience as it is about the food) is the intimate feel of the place, and I'm just not sold on their ability to replicate it in a hotel. I guess only time will tell.

I really hope that P has a great year this year, since last year wasn't the best ever for him (though not the worst either). He's wanted to change careers for a long time now, but has been where he is for so long that he isn't really qualified to do much else. And he really wants to make a major change. He said he would wait it out until April to take advantage of the copious paternity leave his years of seniority entitled him to, but now April will (hopefully) be September, and five more months seems like a really long time. Nothing has ever been handed to him; life always requires a lot of effort from him. And a career change is going to take a lot of effort, and I'm not sure he has come to terms with that yet.

I hope 30 brings him what he wants, or at least gets him started along that path.