Saying goodby to my 20s...

So today is the last day of my 20s. How crazy is that?

I'm not worried about turning 30. As I've noted before - I think that in my 30s I can finally feel like I can act my age. I've never felt young. My 40s might be tough...depending on where I am in the process of my life. But 30 seems like a good age. I spent so much of my 20s trying to figure life out. What I'm supposed to be doing, how to do it. I feel like I'm closer to figuring out my life now. Although 30 might prompt another existential crisis.

Speaking of crisis, I've resolved the kafuffle that I had with my airline tickets. Did I report in? I don't think so - I had conflict with Air France at the airport on Sunday because they failed to issue my ticket and thus my flight was canceled. They made me pay 100 Euro and put me on a Saturday flight to Paris, meaning I'd have to stay in Paris that night. I wasn't OK with the cost, the hotel, and having to leave Saturday instead of Sunday. So I spoke to Air India, and they talked to Air France who then refunded my money and arranged me to be on an Austrian Air flight on Sunday morning at 7:15 AM. I will have a longer layover in Paris, but that's fine. I just didn't want to incur the cost of a hotel there as well. The Sheraton that is attached to the airport there may be the epitome of convenient, but it's 155 Euro/night. Now I have to sort out how to get to the airport at 5AM, but worst case, I can just take a taxi.

The idea of going home is exciting and foreign at the same time. I love being out in the "world." It's been so wonderful. I want to go home to see people, but I'm going to really miss the feeling of going. My hopes still rest in finding a job that allows me to travel. As much as possible, please. I'm still waiting on the resume service to send back the initial draft.