A friend of mine has his birthday today. (That means there's five months until mine.) Last year I sent him an sms and congratulating him. This year I could do that in person. I really underestimate how much that means.
I turn 25 this year. Every time I realise that I keep thinking about the things I don't have, but this year I can actually think about the things I do have. Like my apartment, my job and my friends. And this year I've finally realised what it is I want to do and where I want to live. It only took me 24½ years quite exactly. Now it'll take me about 24½ years more to make it into a reality, but oh well.
We planned a big birthday party. One where you invite all your family and friends and just mingle. There won't be one. Shame really, I did look forward to it, but now I'll just go abroad again and celebrate this new-found independance. After all - I do deserve a good birthday present and I know that if I give myself a trip somewhere it'll be incredibly appreciated. Maybe not for the people who want to celebrate me, but for me who can get away from all the birthday-fuss.
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