Nothing much. Just ordered some food and chilled out. I just wanted a quiet and relaxing time and I got it more or less.
Had my last night out in my adopted country before flying back to my native country to spend time with my terminally ill mom. She passed away in November. I’ve just spent 4 months clearing her place and only need to finalise a few financial things before I can return to my adopted home.
Having spent almost a year in my old country, I’ve realised I feel more part of the new country than the old. It’s my home now. I’ll probably never return to my old country again because I’ve nothing to go back for. I’m excited and hoping my next birthday will be at home.
Some friends took me out for a meal at a pub. I got a surprise waffle and ice cream and serenade for dessert. Afterwards I probably went home and watched YouTube and browsed Lemmy.
Sounds nice!
It was, though I think I preferred my previous birthday even more, and it comes with an amusing story:
A friend invited me over for a barbecue without realizing that it was my birthday. I’ve never been a huge fan of (my own) birthday parties, so this was perfect. I brought my own cake which I did not reveal until late in the evening, and thus got to enjoy my preferred aspects of a party with minimal attention on me :)
Nothing, just a usual day. Don’t really care anymore.
Cried.
Why?
Not really anything. Nobody came.
Sorry to hear
That’s alright. Some might call it natural once someone reaches their 20’s.
