Later this week I will turn 23. Now this isn’t going to be a blog post about how old I feel and that I haven’t achieved anything or how young I feel and that I’m really insecure and have no idea what I’m doing in my life. No, this is a blog post about how my whole family has abandoned me on my birthday.
Disclaimer: Family, I’m not really mad at you. I love you all lots and lots. Hope you’re having a great time.
If you’ve spent any time with me recently then I’m sorry because I can’t stop talking about how my parents are currently in India. My dad is taking a sort of half sabbatical and my mum has decided to go with him on his research adventures across Asia for three months. Specifically, India, Burma, Thailand, Singapore and Japan. I am insanely jealous. This means that my parents are going to be half way across the world on my 23rd birthday. How dare they!? Everyone knows how important 23 is.
But my being upset about not being able to spend my birthday with my parents doesn’t really make sense. I’ve spent the last three years at university where I haven’t always seen my parents on my birthday or their birthdays. But I do see them at some point in the birthday week. I was lucky enough to have the most amazing friends at uni who definitely feel like family to me. With my parents and my sister, on birthdays it’s tradition to wake up ridiculously early and open presents in my parents’ bed together. With my university housemates we’d come barging into the bedroom of the birthday girl blasting Taylor Swift’s “22” whilst jumping on their bed and then open presents. My birthdays have always been filled with so much love, fun, smiley faces and people who mean the world to me.
This year is different. My parents are in India, my sister is in Holland. And my uni housemates are scattered around the UK and the world. I’ve moved to London into a place with people I’ve just met. And even though they’re all great, it’s not the same as the family I had before. It might be the more I get to know them but right now we’re still in that process.
I’ve made plans with some of my friends in London to go bowling in the evening and I’ve taken the day off work so I can relax. But then I’ve not actually made any plans in the day and I’m a bit worried that I’m going to get sad and bored. I’m feeling sad about waking up in the morning of my birthday without anyone there to jump on my bed and sing Taylor Swift and hand me cards and presents. I even bought my own birthday present this year which I’m going to wrap and open myself.
I’ve been having my ups and downs about how I feel about my birthday this year. I’m definitely having a down moment as I’m writing this. We’ll see if I post it, if you’re reading this then I guess I did. I’m not really asking for your pity. I guess I’m just reaching out to ask if this is normal. I’m usually the most excited person about my birthday but I’m not looking forward to this one.
How do you feel about your birthday?
To perk everyone up here are some photos over the years of my birthdays (I like fancy dress).
16th Birthday Party
18th Birthday Party
19th Birthday Party
22nd Birthday Party
Hope this post hasn’t been too much of a downer,