About a month ago, I planned my 34th birthday. I was going to take the day off of work, go hiking and then go out for ramen with my friends at night. Simple. Easy. A great combination of everything I love, in one day (outdoors, friends, food, fun). The night before, I was in bed, in a hoodie, watching TV-on-the-computer and texting with my best friend. “What are you doing for midnight?” she asked me. “This,” I answered, and sent her a snap of my hoodie-clad, bed-dwelling self. Half an hour later at 11:55, she was suddenly at my door, champagne in hand. We toasted and she gave me the most amazing gift – a model water tower she found in an antique store (I’m weirdly obsessed with water towers).
The next morning, we went hiking in the woods near Caledon. It was the sunniest, mildest Fall day and every fifteen steps, the scenery changed: from a carpet of bright yellow leaves, to pale, swaying fields and green rolling hills to mossy rocks and dark, pine-needle woods.
Back in the city, I got ready for ramen. I had booked the party table at my favourite noodle joint, Ryoji, something I have always wanted to do (it’s an awesome table). Everyone came – I mean, everyone! I haven’t had a birthday party that well-attended since elementary school. Seriously, my whole heart was full. I have the greatest friends.
As for 34, I’m not sure yet. What I mean is, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about it. I’m don’t feel old but I’m pretty sure I’m old. Then again, as a 25 year-old reminded me today, age is irrelevant (so easy for him to say). Still. I think it’s always good to take stock and pause to recognize these kinds of milestones. And to put down words, like I’m doing here, to remember it.
Next year, though. Oof.