Once upon a time I turned thirty.
I gave up my job and my apartment downtown and moved back home to the suburbs to make a change without knowing what that change would be.
I got a job that didn't pay enough for me to move back out again and suddenly became one of those thirty-something males that lives in their parents' basement.
I was working in retail. Despite what non-retail people think retail is actually a mentally and physically exhausting job and also a very difficult schedule. It gets harder the older you get as well and by this point I was in my thirties. Over time retail jobs suck up your energy and your time until you start to lose touch with the people in your real life and you suddenly find yourself in a very small life with no relationships, hobbies or willingness to do anything outside of work.
I had a little blog ("Adam M is 30") and that was my only outlet, something small that I could do at home by myself in the middle of the night, my only "me time".
And then people at work started reading it. Then they started making dramas about it. So I eventually I lost enthusiasm for it and stopped posting, the job having taken even my blog away from me.
Fast forward four years and it turned out that all that time working, living in the basement and not having a life added up to saving enough money to go back to school, something that I should have realized as my obvious next step from the beginning.
I can't go back to ironically using the blog name Adam M is 30 because I'm not 30: I'm very non-ironically grown-ass man.
No, I'm not 40.
I am an adult person that spends all day on a university campus with kids who were born in the same year that I first started my degree. Sometimes the professors are younger than me, so that's a treat.
I don't know if this blog will take the same shape as the old one or be totally different, maybe just a little different, or who knows?
But it is time to blow the dust off these old pages and see what comes next.
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