I feel kinda silly putting this up, but it’s definitely mundane and pointless in the Grand Scheme of Things.
Background: About three and a half months ago, I moved from my family and my parents’ house in New Jersey clear across the country to be with my boyfriend in Tucson, Arizona. It’s certainly been an adjustment, but I think on the whole we’re doing okay. I get homesick sometimes, but it passes and things are all right or happy again.
Today was my 26th birthday. My boyfriend (should I call him Springroll or some kind of other cute nickname for the Dope?) had insisted upon giving me my birthday presents Saturday rather than today. I told him quite a bit in advance that he didn’t have to give me all my presents Saturday, because he said he got me more than one thing and I would like to open something on my actual birthday. He agreed, and saved a card and a small present for today. For what it’s worth, the present was tickets to a basketball game yesterday, which we both went to and had a good time.
Fast forward to today, my Real Live Birthday! I wake up at 4:30 am and go to work for about ten hours. I come home, and Springroll and I begin looking for a place to go out to eat. Now that I live on my own, I can’t afford my traditional birthday meal of crab because it isn’t in the budget. Instead, we decide on a buffet. I duck out to call my mom and sister, and during that conversation, a co-worker posts a birthday wish on my Facebook wall that was a bit over the line. Naturally, a fight ensued, I end up in tears and I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.
So, yeah. My birthday. No cards (nothing from my family came in the mail for me today), nothing to open, no cake, no dinner. I feel like a huge whiney hiney for writing this, but I just wanted to let out my disappointment in what was supposed to be a somewhat special day. I know I should have been more pro-active or something (gotten my own dang cake, gone out and gotten some kind of food alone, etc), but it’s kind of hard to do when you’re being sad about a rotten day.
Sorry for the length and the blogginess. I’m not usually like this, I swear. It’s like an ode to first world problems.