I turned 25 two days ago. And when you turn 25 a LONG way away from home, turns out home is what you think about most of the day. Working 8-530 is a long day and it started off well. I walked into work, clocked in, made the elevator just in time and when I squeezed in, everyone wished me a happy birthday, which was nice. Work was OK. Slow. Long. After work, I ran home to shower and open my birthday cards from my mother and sister and the couple presents I got in the mail and loved them all. My mom and my aunt know me so well! Then we went to Mexican. The Mexican restaurant here is pretty delicious for being in the middle of China and I'll take what I can get. As Mexican is my favorite, we had Mexican and margaritas. All of my friends came, except for a few who are on vacay. I felt loved and it really was a wonderful evening. After all of that, we went to the pub and had a round at the local watering hole, where they know me and celebrated for another hour with friends. We called it an evening early because 8 am comes much too fast if you stay out TOO late.
All of this was not to dwell on how much I missed my Totem Polers and my Majayjay crew and my ATLers and my St. Tim's kids and my Wesley family, or my LSU theater kids, or my family back home. I do. Every last one of you crazy people. It was to let all you loved ones know that I was well taken care of here on my birthday in the land of far far and away. Days like that let you know that you can make it work if you keep people like these close.
Cheers, or as my Scottish friend says, "Up your bum!" (I am told it is a legit toast.)
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