birthdays have always been extraordinarily draining for me. i always want something to happen. anything to make the day not feel like every other day, but i never want to be the one planning it all out. it seems like this year things have changed. for one thing, i’m now thirty. 30. i feel worse for my parents than for myself, because having a thirty-year-old daughter makes you feel old. to be honest i don’t feel that bad. i thought it would be harder. two years ago i was absolutely dreading the fact that i would be thirty in no time. but now that it’s come i’m surprisingly okay with it. maybe it has to do with the fact that i’ve been in mexico now for almost four years and the stress of getting older and knowing what you’re doing with your life seems to disappear here.
speaking of, i’m going to go take a walk on the beach. and have a michelada. and relax. because really i don’t feel like i need to do anything today. nothing needs to happen. i’m happy. and it feels good. here are some photos that my dad sent me today.