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Tuesday 19 March 2002
We spent the weekend down
at Wilson's
Promontory climbing mountains, eating good food, standing
facing the wide blue ocean and breathing in cold salt air
that blew in from the direction of Tasmania. My legs are still
recovering from a bush walk that turned into a sharp, unexpected
ascent up what seemed like the biggest mountain in the district.
I would love to get fit enough to be able to do an overnight
camping hike and stay out under the stars and smell the wet
undergrowth and listen to strange little night noises. But
perhaps not this year.
A busy week ahead with plenty
of birthday activities. I turn 30 on Thursday... 30! Am I
really almost 30? I don't feel like I thought I might feel
at 30. Surely 30 is a kind of adult age.
This is what I thought I might
look like at 30:
Fat chance.
I am actually looking forward
to my thirties for all sorts of reasons, the main one being
that I get to leave my messy twenties behind me.
30!??
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