Another birthday has come and gone. I guess you can't help feeling a little let down that there are no longer any pinatas and scavenger hunts.
On my birthday, I woke up after three hours of sleep and left to go to class. It took all I had to force myself out of bed, and when I got to school, they had changed the classroom. I hiked up several flights of stairs (the Sorbonne has sooo many!) in search of the right room. When I finally got there, I waited around for half an hour with several other students, and the teacher never showed up.
So I tredged back home in the rain and got in bed around noon (after reading the news and eating a little something), feeling a little sorry for myself.
I woke up at three and just did nothing special... Mom and Dad called to wish me a happy birthday, I got a few birthday emails, and so on. The Boy forgot, as usual. The ironic thing is that we had a conversation on Wednesday in which I reminded him my birthday was on Friday. I even added that I just wanted to go out to dinner and then watch the presidential debates as my big birthday activity.
I ended up making a quiche and then watching the debates. He watched them with me, but STILL didn't remember. I think in a day or two, he'll say, "Happy Birthday, baby!" He does that every year, usually two days late. I'm used to it.
Anyway. I'm just a little down. A good friend has had her heart broken, another good friend is having big problems at home, and a third good friend is miserable where she is and thinks she's going to throw in the towel and go back to her home town. I got my job yanked out from under me, my school problems are just getting worse, and I still haven't written the article I'm supposed to be working on. It's not the end of the world, but everything feels sorta drab and gray. Quite a letdown after such a glorious summer.
I think 25 is going to be hard, hard year. Leaving people and a place I love to go to the unknown. Scary. Hopefully it will start picking up soon.
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