They both knew something was up when I was saying goodbye, they got really weird and quiet and tried to follow me. I'm tearing up just writing about it.
I'm feeling really emotional today. And it's not because I have my periods. At lunch I went to listen to a free talk being put on for National Refugee Week, by Women for Refugee Women.
I woke up today and I was 30. There's a big three now kicking back where a nice youthful two once stood. It's a bit weird and I feel different. Like hairier or something.