My sweatshirt is still soaked from the downpour I was caught in, but I’m starting to dry out. 27 years ago at 3:57 AM I was taking my first breaths in this world. It doesn’t feel like my birthday. I’ve been calling myself 27 for the last month to get used to it, so today just feels like any other day. It probably has something to do with the fact that I’ve never spent a birthday without my family until now, and it’s just not a birthday without mom cooking and the family sitting around the dinner table. Today is the first time I really miss home. Call me weak, but I’ve teared up once or twice today... I think I’m turning into even more of a softy. I don’t really mind... I figure it takes a bigger man to be comfortable showing emotion anyway :) I LOVE MY FAMILY.
So my coffee is halfway done, and I’m supposed to be on a mission to find good walking shoes. There are some amazing thrift stores here! All lightly used designer stuff of course :) The rain stopped my search, but now the sun is breaking though again, so I need to venture on. Two side notes: The people that I’ve met here are AWESOME! Some of the most warm and accepting people I’ve ever crossed paths with... and I’ve tried to upload new pictures on here 3 different times now, and a error message keeps coming up, so until I figure that out I will keep posting pictures to my Facebook.
Happy Birthday Joe! I got up this morning remembering that it's your birthday and grandma and grandpa's anniversary. It would be weird to spend a birthday without family -- something I've never done. I hope in the near future you find that homecooked meal that is almost like mom's. I love traveling with you vicariously.
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