So, I feel a sense of impending doom.
Signs that imminent danger is looming just over the horizon.
1983 was the year KISS first appeared publicly without their makeup (however nobody recognised them hahaha), Red Hot Chili Peppers released their first album.
McDonalds introduced the magnificent, magical, mystery meat filled McNugget (I last had them, or any McDonalds product for that matter, just into the New Year of 2011 in Prague, Czech Republic. Happily and fantastically inebriated, in the company of my wonderful sister and brother-in-law, the memory of traipising around one of the most beautiful cities in the world, (so beautiful Hitler declared it was to remain untouched) and the story of forlorness concerning the McNuggets remains such a cherished memory, I wouldn’t trade the shitty food choice for any amount of clean eating kale chips – and when drunk who says “Man, I could destroy a tray of dehydrated kale chips and crudites!” NOBODY. Ain’t nobody got time for that!)
Ocean Spray introduced the first tetra pak juice box to supermarkets US-wide.
Kids were fascinated over Rubik’s Cubes, Hacky Sacks, Cabbage Patch Kids and boom box’s were cool beans dude.
Cinemas were choka-block full with Flashdancers and returning Jedi’s.
And thirty years ago in a small, sleepy fishing town, home to the nation’s prized dog, this honeymoon baby was popped out and somewhat welcomed into the world.
Irrelevant for this post.
Relevant to me, most.”
So, the point to this post. In a few months I’m turning 30. Joining my best friends in the dirty thirties.
30 is the new 20.
30 is when you become a woman.
30 is when you have the best sex of your life.
30 is when you know yourself.
30 is 30 is 30 is 30 is the end is the end is the end is the start.
It’s a number. But it’s so much more than that.
It’s a pressure we place on ourselves to have achieved this, saved that, bought that, reared and raised this, seen that, travelled there.
I’m just stoked I got through the years of fear and loathing in my early 20’s (who am I kidding, ALL my 20’s) and the return of the almighty Saturn in recent years.
Thirty, oh dear old dirty Thirty, when I meet you head on in a couple of months time I’m gonna have me a wee little party with the friends (and in spirit, my beloved family and friends down under) I hold dear, filled with fine food, single malt whiskey and beer.
So here’s my list, of thirty things to achieve by thirty. Some superficial, some trivial. Some sentimental, some endearing. Some challenging, some silly.
Kind of like the person I’ve grown to be.
- Start a traditional Korean cooking course at Plaisir Gourmand
- Start Korean language class (and this time finish it!)
- Take my Ko-mum for a meal – by ourselves.
- On my ONE.DAY.OFF go to Seoul Station and take a train to the place where it will arrive closest to 13:13.
- Make fresh squid ink pasta.
- Wear shorts.
- Babysit K&D’s baby for the day/night while they get to live out their long forgotten boozy days.
- Host a dinner party.
- Grow a plant from a seed.
- Make a video of my time in Korea for my grandparents.
- Find and visit my foster family.
- Volunteer at the Eastern Welfare Orphanage.
- Send my sister a snail mail.
- Read a poem at an open mic night.
- Foster an animal. Do not adopt this animal, repeat – do not adopt this animal!!
- Visit the eel restaurant in Paju.
- Live out my powerlifting dreams and adhere to the regime I’ve got a weird interest in.
- Enrol in the Institute of Intergative Nutrition Course
- Buy cookbook and make a recipe a week.
- Visit Jeollanam-do to walk over Wolchulsan suspension bridge in attempt to overcome my fear of bridges. (I think bridges are beautiful, I’m fascinated by them, yet despite my faith in maths and physics and many friends that are civil engineers….I always fear for my life when going over a bridge….)
- Host a cooking demonstration class (if this does not eventuate via my job – then upload a cooking video to YouTube)
- Run 5kms.
- Buy a skateboard.
- Create my cooking CV.
- Cut my hair at least half its length.
- Visit a buddhist monastery.
- Buy my nephew a drum (In my attempt to make him as amazing as Neil Pert. Rush. This is complemented by number 28)
- Make my sister grow my nephew’s hair long. 80’s hair rock long.
- Go to a driving range.
- Overcome my fear and loathing of my own body and visit a jimjibang. Actually, spend a night at the jimjibang eating ramen (have never eaten ramen) and watching Korean dramas whilst actually just sitting playing on my smart phone.
I think 25 might happen this weekend.
If anybody wants an invite to number 5, 8 or help me eat the efforts at 19, wants to come on along for numbers 16, 20 and 29 or help me (ie: drag me along) for number 22 – here’s your invitation!