You’re not getting older, you’re getting better
With your best years still ahead of you
I can’t believe 23 years have passed. I definitely accomplished things I never even dreamed of. I graduated college and many of you may not know but that decision was solely up to me and little me didn’t even want to go to college, I wanted to travel and start working. But I did travel – I have been to 12 countries and 11 states with high hopes that the number only increases with time. I started working and I never stopped. I learned so much about myself and others and cultures in almost a quarter of my life and I am thrilled to learn more and more. I made amazing friends and when I thought I couldn’t possibly make anymore friends, I did. My smile has only gotten bigger with time. And you know what, I honestly do love saying, “Oh boy that was decades ago… Like when I was 3.”
My first birthday in New York was great! I missed being surrounded by tons of family and friends and of course my baby benji (who just had his first birthday a couple days ago too). But everyone back home did a great job at not making me feel alone – Thank you for the cards and gifts, the texts, and midnight phone calls and skype sessions, taking into account the time difference but still being on the dot at midnight, thank you for all the Facebook comments and the Twitter love, and thank you mom and dad for the best present of all: a ticket back home to re-celebrate my birthday all over again!
I pretty much celebrated my birthday the entire week-o-fun with dinners and outings and on Friday a couple of my friends in New York made it even more special. I was all smiles all day from the surprise birthday cupcake in the morning from a friend at work, to the surprise birthday celebration at the office where I walked in ready to take notes for a “new project”, to the birthday dinner at Tao and dancing all night at Empire Hotel!
My lovely roommate made me wear this attention-seeking birthday crown and balloon, which of course I did happily. Surprisingly 99.9% of all NY strangers, who seem a lot happier on Fridays, wished me Happy Birthday! Minus the 0.1% aka the Balloon Bitch who mocked my balloon by grabbing it and saying, “How old are you?” Girl, please. Go somewhere.
At Tao, the dinner was delicious and the tasty birthday fortune cookie dessert was so lavish… I wasn’t expecting a cake or to blow out candles. The cake part stands since it was not exactly a cake but so much cooler… I also got serenaded by a man who played the saxophone to the beat of the DJ and then played me happy birthday on the saxophone, surely that was a first! My gift from Tao (also unexpected) were chocolate buddahs, nom nom nom. Shouldn’t have expected anything less! Empire had good music too but the best part was playing red rover, if only for a minute. ☺
A lady never tells her age, but 23 is going to be a great year, and I’m looking forward to what lies ahead…