Did I feel any different? Nope. Because I still cannot believe I was only 25 last year. Like I’ve said before, in my head, given my maturity, experiences and just thinking too much, I think I’m 30-odd years.
My sister and another friend very kindly reminded me in their wishes that I was only 26.
Birthdays have now just become ‘another day, another year‘ for me. No big deal about them. It may be because the last birthday I spent with my family was my 21st. Not that birthdays felt too different even back then but there was still something slightly different about it. Maybe because I got spoilt at home on that one day. :p
I have been fortunate to have dear friends here to share my birthday and I really value that. I think my best birthday so far in Australia has been in 2007 when I turned 23 and a mate impulsively decided we go bushwalking and we walked 8 kms and saw some breathtaking views. Following that, upon getting home, my flatmate had bought me a cake and we all shared drinks, home-made dinner and cake…. [I miss that flatmate!!!]
My birthdays are usually quiet ones. This year as well, I went out for dinner with some girlfriends and then we played a board game for some hours. A quiet night but a pleasant one. It was especially nice to get a couple of surprise phone calls from two friends back home, as well as my family sending me birthday cards this year.
All in all, a birthday is just another day. With a year added on.
So whoop-dee-doo…I’m now 26. 🙂
And nothing feels different from 25.
Until next time,