Today is my birthday. To celebrate, I grinningly told my husband to hurry up and get old, too. He dryly joked back, "That's nice. Hurry up and get old so we can die." He left out one word. "together"... Because as of tomorrow morning, due to reasons better left unmentioned, I won't see him here at home for forty-five days. I'll see him at the ship on Sundays, when I have the gas money to get there.
Meanwhile, I will be here. I will be searching for packing boxes, a mechanic, a way to get a new tire without the vehicle to put the tire on, and God knows what else. A lot has happened in this last week. Most of it wasn't good.
I've thought a lot about home - my old home - in Georgia. This is my first birthday away from my family. I miss the cake Grandma would've made, and wish I'd had the flour and stuff to make it myself. Over the past several years, I've been known amongst my friends as that person who likes the general idea of birthdays, but at the same time, doesn't really care much. It's another number. I care about another year passed and enjoy looking back on what happened. What was good, what was bad - what should have changed and needs to now.
I'm still growing and learning so much. But sometimes, it seems like too much at once - guess we don't always know exactly what we bargain for, no matter what. I'm looking forward to the next year, and all that it has to offer. With that, I have to say, "Bring on the challenges."
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