I don't have birthdays anymore
My birthday was over the weekend. I guess it was a good one. I spent the weekend in Savannah, GA with my brother and we had a good time. We do a brother-sister only trip every October. This year, we decided to go somewhere we hadn't been before and Savannah won. More on the trip, later.
But, like I said, my birthday was over the weekend. It was painful. See, this is the year of the last one I'll celebrate. I turned 29 Sunday.
The last few years, the birthdays have all hurt. Until this one, 26 was the worst. I'm not sure why, it just did.
This year, I woke up crying. I didn't want to be turning 29. Certainly not turning 29 in a Howard Johnson Hotel with my brother in the next bed over. (geez, I'm tearing up just thinking about it.)
Mother says I'm being ridiculous. So what? It's my right. I am, after all, an adult.
But, like I said, my birthday was over the weekend. It was painful. See, this is the year of the last one I'll celebrate. I turned 29 Sunday.
The last few years, the birthdays have all hurt. Until this one, 26 was the worst. I'm not sure why, it just did.
This year, I woke up crying. I didn't want to be turning 29. Certainly not turning 29 in a Howard Johnson Hotel with my brother in the next bed over. (geez, I'm tearing up just thinking about it.)
Mother says I'm being ridiculous. So what? It's my right. I am, after all, an adult.
Oct 11, 2005, 11:52:00 PM
Sorry I didn't call and wish you Happy Birthday. I'm a bad friend. But...Happy Birthday. Don't worry about 29, wait until you're 39.