I recently turned 33, and I would like to say that it had been the “quietest” birthday I ever had. Ever since, I was never a big celebratory of my special day. I’d rather stay at home than make a fuss about it.
Surprisingly, there was no birthday blues— it was a first, to be honest. Even I couldn’t understand it. There were some “off” moment, but it did not matter at all. It seemed like, I am okay if people greet me or not. Either way, I still turned 33.
Geez! I still can’t believe that I am already 33 because I can still remember the teenager version of me who literally wrote in high school a countdown next to the lecture dates one month before his birthday. Now? Oh, it’s just another day.
Life is not perfect, but it is good. It has always been, despite my fair share of sorrow, miseries, and heartbreaks. I received an early birthday gift last month— I got promoted (my second time in this company). Honestly, I did not expect it any longer. But still, thank G!
And oh, by the way, we have been living in my new house for a year already! Who would have thought? Perhaps it is the main reason why I didn’t get a somber feeling about my birthday like I used to. I was not sure. You know what? It’s been a year and yet it still feels surreal that I have a two-storey house now. So much had happened.
The 2013 version of myself who liked to post and write here in Tumblr would surely be proud of his 32 and 33 self.
How are you?
