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I couldn't think of a better title than that. And why should I? I'm busy taking care of a baby.

I've been feeling really good these days. In Montreal, as much as I enjoyed living there, I seemed to always be suffering some type of malais. I'll blame it on the pollution because it's always a good thing to blame stuff on. That or the endless drinking and smoking that we did.
In Norway, we've changed our ways a bit. It's not so much an all or nothing attitude anymore, and to tell the truth, I feel much better now. I still have my days of self-doubt/loathing, but now it is not topped off with the paranoia of weed. Which is a good thing, although I would have never believed that.
I'm not saying weed is bad, or that I am against any style of living. Just noticing that I feel better these days. A lot of it it probably has to do with the new baby and such. She is fun and funny, and I feel high around her anyway, so I don't really need to partake (sp?).
I do miss a lot of things about our old life, but in a way that you miss it, but don't want to go back to it. Like, I miss being in grade school, when life was (supposedly) so much easier, but I could never go back. I'd be the oldest person there.
Wow, I sound so responsible. Which I totally am not.
I am turning 30 though, and I was reading something that said lots of people look forward to turning 30 because it means they are really an adult, and it's time to behave like an adult. Whatever...
To me, turning 30 is a time to be grateful that I don't look older than 25. That I haven't gotten stuck in the past like so many others (I actually enjoy the now and all of its contemporary trappings). That I completely dislike people who behave like 'adults'. And turning 30 is a time to be happy that I am still learning.
Some people are meant to get older, and others just don't.