I absolutely love birthdays. In the advent of social media madness, it is rare that a day goes by without receiving a reminder that one or more of my acquaintances is celebrating a birthday. However, these are not the birthdays I love. Rather, I love the birthdays of my best friends and family–those that are permanently penciled in on my mental agenda.
Last Friday, October 7, I celebrated my 23rd birthday. I can now say I’ve celebrated my birthday on three different continents and in four different countries–America, England, Switzerland and Japan. Although I am not sure of birthday logistics, I may have celebrated this year’s birthday 13 hours early. Regardless of time zone technicalities, this birthday definitely tops my own birthday chart.
Prior to this year, I never expected to have a birthday cake decorated in any language except English. I also never expected to receive a box full of American goodies and birthday treats. This year, I was surprised by both.
It seems that people everywhere are excited by birthdays. No matter where I celebrate, those around me (and those who are oceans away) go out of their way to make me feel special. Perhaps my love for birthday celebrations will fade as I get older, however, if future birthdays are anything like this one, I seriously doubt it.