Geezie Chreezie, I'm Getting Old
8 February 2006It was my birthday on the 31st of January. I turned 26. Happy birthday me!
I know 26 isn’t old at all, unless I compare it to being 18. When you’re 18, 26 seems like a long time away and also seems kinda old. However, the problem is that I still feel 18 but I no longer look how I did when I was 18 and I still feel that 26 is kinda old.
I guess I always figured that by around 26 I’d have a career of my choosing (not the one you fall into), I’d own a home, I’d be married, and I’d be thinking about having kids in the near future. The problem being that I’m actually divorced (although in a relationship with a wonderful boy for the past 2 years), I own sweet-fuck-all (because I keep moving countries and selling all my possessions), and I’m currently unemployed (have been living in Belgium for the past 2+ months as a tourist on my way back to New Zealand). To be honest, I’m not worried about the marriage thing at all, but it shits me that I don’t own a home. If only I’d had the foresight to buy in Wellington before I left because now housing prices have more than doubled. Bummer. I blame that fucking Peter Jackson fellow.
The real reasons I feel old are:
- I get tired early
- I have a bad back
- I have been noticing wrinkles
- I have suddenly sprouted child-birthing hips, even though I’ve resembled Nicole Ritchie’s best-toothbrush-gagging-friend all my life
To combat these symptoms, I pump myself full of mind-altering drugs, convince myself I’m going to do Pilates and Tae-Bo, buy special eye creams, and wail at my reflection. What else can you do.
Anyway, so my birthday was actually pretty good. Peter bought me a white 30GB video iPod (completely unexpected, although accompanied by big drama at the store which I will write about later because it deserves its own post), as well as Animal Crossing for my DS (best game in the history of the universe) and some other smaller things. Peter’s mum sung me happy birthday in English over the telephone, which was really sweet. Instead of going out for my birthday, I asked him to cook for me at home instead and requested his delicious Thai spicy chicken soup. Mmm-mmm! My friends Natalie and Mark who live in London came to Antwerp for the weekend too, which was really fun. It was nice to speak with someone who speaks English as a first language. All around, it was a most excellent birthday.
Now I just need to work on not turning 27 for my birthday next year.
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Hey Mate Happy Birthday, i know you probably hate me for the way I treated your sister, but i heard you had a website and thought I’d say hello. Hope you are all good