So it was my birthday last Sunday.
And like most birthdays, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
Starting with the worst of things: One of my best friends got embarrassingly drunk at my party and left in the middle of it (while alienating all my other friends), I was both hungover and puking from food poisoning on my actual birthday, and I discovered bed bugs in my new apartment the day after my birthday.
The best things: I had 14 people come out to my birthday. And they all wanted to be there and they were all really happy to see me. I can tell you how much that meant to me. When I first arrived in Toronto for the first two years, I had the same people come out to my birthday, every time. And every time, it felt a bit sad because I felt like I wasn't trying hard enough to make new friends. Now I know lots of people that I can trust and that I care about deeply in this city. (Even if I don't care deeply for this city.)
I got tons of phone calls and texts. So many that I couldn't answer them all on my birthday, and so many happy birthday wishes on Facebook it just made me feel really, really great.
I got to sleep all day on my birthday. It felt amazing. (Although I was sick as a dog, I still loved it)
A random friend showed up on my birthday to crash at my new place and he brought me food and drink and we had a little picnic in my furniture-less abode.
Overall, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. It had a little bit of everything: Friend drama, feeling close and loved, a party for many, a party for two, a day of rest, a day of sickness good things, bad things, birthday presents, birthday cake...it was all good.
And all this time I'm getting older, I can only think of one thing: I like being older. I like most of the things that being older brings. I will always miss certain things from my youth, but I think we all miss things we don't have anymore...but generally speaking I'm really happy with the way my life is, and somewhat happy with the direction it's going.
And I think the key to happiness for me these days is to enjoy the getting older bit, and to treasure the moments as they pass, and I feel like I've been doing a really great job of that lately.
Now if only I could get rid of those bedbugs.
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