Birthdays

I was not particularly looking forward to my birthday this year. I go on and off between whether I like them or not. 25 and 26 were really tough years and I was not into it at all, I just felt like I was getting too old. 27 was good, and I had a nice time with friends. This year, 28, I wasn't worried about being old as much as I just felt a little out of place, not in my element since my move.

But I woke up this morning, and my roommate had decorated our apartment overnight as a surprise. I opened my email inbox and saw three e-cards waiting for me, along with a happy birthday e-mail. I got two calls (my parents) and my boss singing to me when I walked in the door. And then I was presented with a beautiful flower arrangement to put on my desk.

I feel much better now; I feel like people care, and I think that was what was bothering me - that I had moved away from the people who cared the most. So, I am having a happy birthday, thanks to the wonderful people who I am fortunate to have surrounding me.