29:Me

I turned twenty nine on Tuesday.

Twenty. Nine.

Eh. Whatever. Age means so little these days. 

....Although, it just sounds older.

I've always really liked the fact that I have my birthday close to the start of the year. Although everyone, including myself, forgets about it because you have about a month of non-stop craziness, then all of a sudden it's crept up on me and I suddenly realise that trying to plan something four days before is pointless. That aside, it makes me remember years in terms of ages - I always think of 2005 as being my twenty-first year, and 2000 as being the year I was sixteen, etc. So I always associate an entire year with an entire age, and it makes everything seem a bit more complete.

So I think about 21 as the year I left New Zealand; 25 as the year I moved to Whistler and my entire life changed; and 26 as the year I broke my left wrist in Whistler; 27 as the year I went back to Melbourne and life sucked a bit; and 28 as the year I sorted my life out, figured out what I wanted to do with the rest of it, moved back to New Zealand, got my dream job, and broke my right wrist. I have no idea what twenty.nine is going to bring, but I'm excited to find out. Hopefully a trip to Hawaii, but that's dependent on whether I can stop buying nice things.

This ring! So cool! My friend bought it for me and I think it's hilarious and cute. It makes me so happy. Ignore the lack of manicure. I'll get there eventually.

Champagne! And cupcakes! The champagne (it looks weird here, but I assure you that it's a full-sized bottle) was thanks to my mum, who is beyond stoked that I've decided to start* drinking champagne like the rest of the family, and the cupcakes are from my beautiful friend who had them delivered on my birthday morning. Actually made me get all teary at how sweet and thoughtful that was.

*I've had this weird thing for about a million years about fizzy drinks. I hate them for indescribable reasons, mainly because when I tell people the sensation of the bubbles burns my tongue they think I'm weird and crazy. So it's easier to just say "I hate fizzy drinks, it's just how it is". However, lately I've been able to stomach beer, and occasionally soda water if it's diluted. And, now, champagne! As I come from a very champagne-loving family, this is life changing.