Saturday, April 10, 2010

Quick post on birthdays

A year ago, I spent my birthday cleaning my refrigerator—removing and scrubbing every piece. At midnight—the beginning of my actual birthday—I was at a bar with one very dear friend.

On my 26th birthday, I went for a nice walk and brunch with a new dear friend. Again, I undertook a cleaning project, but it was less yucky; I sorted the papers and sewing materials in my room. In the evening, we went to one of my favorite Portland bars, the same I chose for my "last night in Portland" before going back to NJ for the holidays. A crowd came out—fifteen or twenty people. Everyone had a great time. It was so different from my last birthday in New Jersey.

I'm not worried about 26 anymore. It is going to be just fine.

More writing later. The soonest post you should expect is most likely going to be about adventures my friend and I had at a convenience store in rural Oregon.

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