I got a two-day birthday this year, since the actual date was on a Monday and Sunday is much more convenient for people with regular schedules.
Sunday, I got up and had breakfast with my mom, and then she took me for a ride in her new car. When we got home, Joe called to have both of us come over to his house, where his parents put on a dinner spread for everybody, them and me and Mom and Joe and Joe's sister and her fiancé. It was a nice birthday celebration, complete with cake (and a big cookie, too) and presents (extremely generous people, my future in-laws, as well as Joe, always thoughtful and giving).
After I took my mom home, I went back over for The Sopranos, which was a total cop-out. You can say that it was artistic, that this way, everybody gets what they want, but come on -- after that many seasons, with that many viewers, people want resolution, even if they don't agree with how it ends. Lame.
Joe and I spent some time together after that, and he talked me into staying over. After all, what better way could there be to start my actual birthday than waking up next to him? It was enjoyable, and he was extra sweet to me all day, encouraging me to dictate how we'd spend the day, 'cause it was my birthday and we should do whatever I wanted. This was difficult, seeing as I'm always so easygoing, a whatever-you-want-to-do type, but I tried.
I got my birthday dinner, Garcia's with my parents and Joe, and we came back here for cake and ice cream. Then, Joe and I wrapped up our weekend with some time back at his place, watching TV and relaxing.
It was a pretty nice weekend overall. There were moments of joy, a few times when I actually broke out in tears 'cause I was just so happy. And there are times like now, when I realize that it's all over, and none of the usual everyday stresses have gone anywhere, and I'm another year older, another year closer to 30, closer to that than to 25, now. There are a lot of things I can be happy about and grateful for, and I know that I can face 30 pretty happy with where I'm at and not taking any of it for granted, remembering where I was headed just a few years ago, to a very different future.
I know it sounds stupid, 'cause I'm still relatively young, but there's still a little part of me that almost feels as if time is running out, as if there's just so much to do still, so much to get done to be ready for my real adult life, and so little time to get it all done before I'm undeniably old. It's like I'm trying to catch up with my own life, somehow. I don't know. Maybe that doesn't make any sense.
Maybe it's just kinda late and I should go to bed. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning, or at least I'll have a work week to face and be able to shove it all back into the basement closet of my mind.
Sunday, I got up and had breakfast with my mom, and then she took me for a ride in her new car. When we got home, Joe called to have both of us come over to his house, where his parents put on a dinner spread for everybody, them and me and Mom and Joe and Joe's sister and her fiancé. It was a nice birthday celebration, complete with cake (and a big cookie, too) and presents (extremely generous people, my future in-laws, as well as Joe, always thoughtful and giving).
After I took my mom home, I went back over for The Sopranos, which was a total cop-out. You can say that it was artistic, that this way, everybody gets what they want, but come on -- after that many seasons, with that many viewers, people want resolution, even if they don't agree with how it ends. Lame.
Joe and I spent some time together after that, and he talked me into staying over. After all, what better way could there be to start my actual birthday than waking up next to him? It was enjoyable, and he was extra sweet to me all day, encouraging me to dictate how we'd spend the day, 'cause it was my birthday and we should do whatever I wanted. This was difficult, seeing as I'm always so easygoing, a whatever-you-want-to-do type, but I tried.
I got my birthday dinner, Garcia's with my parents and Joe, and we came back here for cake and ice cream. Then, Joe and I wrapped up our weekend with some time back at his place, watching TV and relaxing.
It was a pretty nice weekend overall. There were moments of joy, a few times when I actually broke out in tears 'cause I was just so happy. And there are times like now, when I realize that it's all over, and none of the usual everyday stresses have gone anywhere, and I'm another year older, another year closer to 30, closer to that than to 25, now. There are a lot of things I can be happy about and grateful for, and I know that I can face 30 pretty happy with where I'm at and not taking any of it for granted, remembering where I was headed just a few years ago, to a very different future.
I know it sounds stupid, 'cause I'm still relatively young, but there's still a little part of me that almost feels as if time is running out, as if there's just so much to do still, so much to get done to be ready for my real adult life, and so little time to get it all done before I'm undeniably old. It's like I'm trying to catch up with my own life, somehow. I don't know. Maybe that doesn't make any sense.
Maybe it's just kinda late and I should go to bed. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning, or at least I'll have a work week to face and be able to shove it all back into the basement closet of my mind.
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