the end of the golden year

Yesterday I turned 29. I feel a little weird about this age. I really enjoyed 28. It was my "golden" year and it was a great year. I moved in with Josh, got engaged, did some traveling, all in all I had a great time. And now I'm not 28 anymore. Its not that I'm pessimistic about being 29, I'm sure it will be another great year. Despite my resistance to planning details, I'm starting to get jazzed up about wedding planning. I'll be doing a lot of that in my 29th year. There's even a little part of me that would rather get married in the spring, rather than in the fall so I can be married when I'm 29, rather than 30.

29 is the age women jokingly say they are when they don't want to give their real age. I'm hoping it's because 29 was so great, not that being older than 29 is such a drag. I have many friends in their 30s who are having a fantastic time, so I'm not that worried about it, but still. Whats the big deal about being 29?