19 seemed so old to me, yet, now that I'm 19 I know I'm still a youngin'. This weekend was amazing and I owe it 100% to my amazing roommate and the friends I've acquired here!
Justine and Emily kept screaming "10 MORE MINUTES" "5 MORE MINUTES" "IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Everyone drunkenly sang to me and it seemed like a scene from a low budget movie. I got home around 6 in the morning that day and woke up feeling...... the same as 18.
Emily and I got up and didn't stroll out of the house until around 2:00. It was a beautiful day -- 65 and sunny. Although I loved not spending my birthday in the rain or snow, global warming is real. Any who. We headed down to China Town and got dim sum! It was kind of crazy! It's a ballroom style room with a bunch of 8-seat circle table and these Chinese ladies come around with carts of food calling out what they have. You ask what they have, tell them what you want and they make a mark on this little golf card looking paper. I don't even know what we had, it was a whole lot of different types of dumplings, but they were delicious. Shrimp, pork, veggie, all sorts of dumplings. Also rice balls. Emily loves them, but the regular sized ones are too much for me, the mini ones were perfect.
Being the pseudo hippy that I am, I wanted to go see a psychic and get my palms read. All in all the lady told me my future is bright, I love the water, I'll die of old age not sickness, and the next change in my life will be successful.
All in all I had a great birthday and now I'm less than two yeas away from 21! God, I'm young. But that's okay, because all anyone else wants is time, but for me, that's all I have.
I've spent the majority of my life planning out each year with finite possibilities. When I was younger I "knew" I was going to move to New York, sell real estate, invest, acquire more money, move upstate, have a big house, etc. -- I had it planned step by step. Then when I moved to New York and wasn't thrilled with it I planned "I'm going to go back to Oregon, go to Bend for school for 3 years, then move to SoCal, get a job in ecotourism or personal fitness, hike a lot, live in a small home, eventually settle into a country home" etc. -- I had it planned out once again step by step. But now, I think I want to stay in New York a while longer. I don't feel like I'm done here and I don't feel like I'm quite ready to give up being Emily's roommate. I don't know what I'll do for a living because I don't want to have this job, I'm not exactly sure where I'll live, what I'll major in, what I'll do after our next lease is up, or even if I'll stay past this June. But. I have options. So many options -- that's the good part.
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