30

Sorry, if you're hating the new template. My blog was playing up and because I did not pay enough attention in my C++ class back when I was in college, I couldn't retain the original layout after trying to fix it for an hour. Everything was upside down - in fact, it still is and I think I'm just going to leave it for now.

I turned 30 last week. Pretty awesome. Got 156* Facebook notifications and messages, a few cards and gifts from my Scottish family in Glasgae and plenty of love and more presents from Jamie, including a bloody awesome surfboard, except that there is no surfable wave since the past few days now that summer is approaching. The beaches have been busy too with sun worshippers, bikini lovers, six-packers and kiddos with bodyboards. I had my first dip in the Indian Ocean over the weekend too but the current was a bit too strong and I am still quite afraid of a potential shark attack.

So what does it feel like being 30? Well, it's a cool feeling really. I wished I could've celebrated it with my friends back in Aberdeenshire though. We would've rented a cottage in the middle of nowhere for the weekend, drinking cases of champagne, sitting by the fire place, eat and play silly games all night. Then somebody would've dared me to go skinny-dipping in the lake and swim with Nessie and I would do it and make them swear to never post the photo on Facebook.

But I am no longer in Aberdeenshire. :-(

The fact that I couldn't celebrate my 30th like how I intended to does not mean I did not enjoy my birthday. I have had a lovely celebration with my new colleagues at work (and made more friends!) and was taken out to a Malaysian restaurant (!!!) for dinner. I would not trade being here right now with anything. Jamie and I have been enjoying every second of Perth since we got here and intend to continue doing so for a while. Of course if I am being very greedy (and super rich), I would fly all my good friends around the world to be with me in sunny Perth to join us. Unfortunately as we speak, and because I am not super rich, everyone is saving up for a trip down under next year for a very special occasion that will make up for a missed skinny dipping in Scotland. Woohoo!

Now if you allow me, I'm going to start saving up for some cases of champagne... Until next time, cheerio! x

*an estimation. But it was plenty.