The Last Month of My Twenties

Reflections on life ahead of the (fearful) day.

Sunset reflections. Image of author when solo-ing in Edinburgh, 2022.

I’m about to turn 30 next week, and random thoughts have been running through my head for the past month.

It feels weird and childish to say this: I want to stay in my twenties. I’m not ready for my thirties yet.

I’m not married.

I don’t have my own house, nor own a car.

I still have no idea which country I’d eventually settle in.

What have I been doing?!

The fearful day is almost here, and I wish there were more time.

You might actually have done well.

Yes — I’m nowhere near where I envisioned myself when I reach my 30s. But beyond the lingering uncertainties on the surface, there are tons of things I should be grateful for.

I have a bachelor’s in computer science and an MBA, and I am about to graduate with a master's in data science.

I’ve worked on interesting business and research problems in data science and AI. I’ve worked with companies globally, including Australia, the USA, the UK, Spain, and Singapore.

I wonder how many could have had the professional experience I was blessed with in such a short span…