03 Sep Happy Birthday to Me?
I am currently sitting on my couch, trying to recuperate from a 10 hour day at the Canadian National Exhibition. I’m also watching the clock change to midnight, making me 21.
The Ex used to be a long standing birthday tradition for me in my family. Every year, no matter what, we would spend the day there on my birthday or the day before or after. When I say “no matter what,” I mean that. I had to spend some of those trips in in a wheelchair because I was still sick with Crohn’s. It didn’t matter, though; I had to go.
Over the past few years, however, that tradition’s been slacking. Birthday’s in general, really, have become increasingly less important to me. I stopped going to the Ex. This was a great change, and I had a great day thanks to my Uncle, brother, and cousins, but really, I’m not very excited to be 21 today… Maybe it’s because I’m getting old?
According to the “guess your age” guy at the Ex, I’m 34.
I do always say I’m a 35 year old at heart, so it was close…
Anyways, birthday’s really haven’t meant much to me, especially after last year… with the whole dad thing… So yeah. I don’t really know what to say.
Well…My mom thinks it’s a big deal.
So “Happy-I’m-21” to my mom. Love you and thanks for giving birth to me etc etc <3