Last night at 11:59pm, I was snuggled in a king-sized bed between Cathy and Michelle, a pair of sisters I’ve known for nearly 20 years, and Cathy, who has been one of my closest friends since we met in elementary school, was pointing at the clock on my computer screen, gleefully crooning, “Soon!! Soooooon!”
The clock rolled over to midnight and that was it. The end of my twenties. I am now 30 years old, same as Cathy, who had left her twenties behind a week earlier.
Of course, nothing has really changed and as I am spending my birthday at a beautiful resort on the tropical island of Langkawi, Malaysia, there’s absolutely nothing to complain about. I can’t deny that my life for the last six months has been more than agreeable and celebrating not one, but two New Years (Western and Chinese) in addition to this landmark birthday, has given me a lot to think about in regard to my “real life” back home. It’s strange how leaving home can put it in the forefront of one’s mind.
Happy birthday to me! I’m a lucky girl with a blessed life and I couldn’t be more thankful; hopefully 30 will be as auspicious a year as 29 ♥
Photo taken in Vang Vieng, Laos