I love birthdays. Absolutely love them. Especially my own birthday! This year, however, I was not loving my birthday. As a matter of fact I didn’t even really want to talk about it. I just wanted to skip right over it. What was happening to me? Well, 11 months into living here is when I get my first bout of homesickness. Yep, this was going to be my first birthday without my family (that I can remember). Growing up my family had, and still has, a tradition of waking up the birthday person with balloons, ice cream cake, and their present. It’s amazing! It’s wonderful! It’s the most perfect family tradition! I mean, who wouldn’t want to start their day with cake?
It was a great week nonetheless. We crammed 30 college students into our flat for some chili and we went to a Céilidh! I had fun. I genuinely laughed a lot. But, something was missing. Last year it was Will and San missing and now this year it was my mom and dad. Now I know what I want for my birthday next year: my family all in one place… with me!
I love you all so much! Thank you all for your love and support. It has meant the world to me.
Will, You are so wonderful and sweet and kind. I married up.
Mom, Dad, and San. Good Lord, you guys mean the world to me! I can’t mean it enough! Waking up to all of you singing “Happy Birthday” will never get old. Thank you for the best birthday tradition ever!