The First Circle
I'm lost in that limbo of time where in terms of hours I am 21 years old, but if I were to walk into a liquor store now I'd still be brushed off. Schisse.It's exam season right now, my first paper is in 8 days... I have pretty much decided to suspend reality, and even if it's my birthday tomorrow, it isn't really registering in my head...
Once upon a time, I used to dream that someone would secretly plan a giant birthday party for me. But year after year I got disappointed, and birthdays slowly just became a day where I got something from mom and dad in the morning (in fact it wasn't something nice, it was an angpow... which went into my bank account and I never saw again), and after that it was just another day.
That changed one year ago - some real friends (you know who you are) actually took me out, gave me a little something to remember the good times by, and made that day more special than most.
I do not sit here and cry and bemoan that my heart aches to be home. No, I'm not really homesick. But I do simply remember in my heart that my friends are out there, and one day I'll be back with them letting the good times roll. Though right now I have to write off my 21st birthday as just another miserable winter day, the real celebration begins back home...
posted by Brian @ 5:28 AM
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