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I turned twenty-three today. I went for lunch with a friend at Space Aliens, followed by the typical date at Barnes & Noble. My sister stopped by to give me a gift and chat, which was very much appreciated. The staff is still in the process of moving books around the store. I pity their efforts when we all know things will move from their new place before the week is out. Things are always changing there, just as they are always changing for me. But more of that later.
I spent my evening at Paradiso with some friends. I am not a huge birthday person, but I do enjoy the birthday dinner with my friends. I don’t see some of them very often so the dinner makes for a good excuse. Being surrounded by those you have cared about for so many years, as well as newer friends, makes me realize how loved I am. I am truly fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life. I followed up the evening with a stop at my dad and step-mom’s house for some wine and cake. On Friday my dad made it clear that there would be no cake as to make it fair because my sister wasn’t given a cake, but my step-mom decided that I should have one anyways. I suppose it makes it even since my sister’s friend made her a cake, so she still had one all the same. At any rate, I had a fun twenty-third birthday with friends and family.
In other news, I’m missing the land across the pond. I was in England this time just two months ago, and already I find myself forgetting. I don’t ever want to forget that two-week period of my life when things seemed so simple and joyous. I don’t want to forget the feeling I had when I stepped foot on Hampton Court where Henry VIII and his six wives lived. I don’t want to forget the exhaustion I felt climbing up Bathwick Hill in Bath or the sense of accomplishment following my successful approach at the top. I don’t want to forget how Jane Austen’s homes made me more excited to write and be alive. I don’t want to forget walking through Lacock Abbey knowing Harry Potter characters also walked the same halls. I don’t want to forget the friends I made or the times we shared. I don’t want to forget it. I miss it terribly every day. I crave my return. And I will return, hopefully sooner than later.
Tonight is going to be a short post, I’m afraid. It is nearing midnight and I have work in the morning. I will have more tomorrow.