I awoke this morning to a torrent of Facebook notifications and text messages which means either I really did it and posted something that really offended people or it’s my birthday.
Spoiler alert: It’s my birthday.
In an alternate universe where coronavirus doesn’t exist, I would be boarding a plane this afternoon and flying to Japan for 12 days. Unfortinately, the virus exists and my plans were all but torpedoed and so, I will be spending my entire birthday at home. No restaurants, no movies, no manufactured fun… just me and my family hanging out together and, honestly, it’s not that bad.
It’s not Japan, but it’s not that bad.
I’m afraid the travel adventures of my blog are going to be disgustingly vacant for the majority of this year or however long it takes to get the pandemic under control. I may bring in some old photos of past trips I’ve never posted, but beyond that… I hope you guys like gardening!
So, since I last blogged about a birthday, I’ve lost a job, gained a job, was hospitalized, and had all of my summer plans shot to heck. I’m still operating within normal parameters, but my check engine light is flashing more than I care to admit.
Still, I can’t complain. I got my hair, I’m in reasonable shape, and all told… things could be much worse. I’ve been contemplating some things about my future and where I want to go next. Moving to Alaska is still very much in the cards, though it will wait until my children are much older or even out the door. I’ve even thought about teaching overseas after Dori graduates or even moving to Canada or England full time. Just something for a change of scenery and a new experience.
I’ve always thought that, as a person got older, it was in their nature to settle down and stop wandering, but I’m finding the opposite is true with me. I always want to go and do and see. This summer is going to be a long one.
Still, I guess I can’t complain.
Forty-four years old… and I’m still pretty.
Yep, still pretty.