Birthday musings

As I write this, I find myself sitting in a seat on a Ryanair flight, headed for Nice. To my left, a mother sits between two overindulged children, of whom my only thought is "Glad they're not in my class." To my right, a couple who seem oblivious to basic social etiquette surrounding PDA. I catch myself in my state of overly judgmental opinions and wonder if this is what being 26 and losing the last youth discounts does to one. Yep. I'm definitely blaming it on the extra three weeks' life experience.

My birthday

Last blog post was the eve of my birthday. It was snowing and I was feeling optimistic about a snow day in the morning. It was not to be, however. I was instead greeted to a package from my boarding family and a surprise cake, neither of which I was expecting but both thoughtful gestures I appreciated. 

The following day I went into London to meet up with a friend who had made me the most glorious Black Forest cake I have ever tasted, the remainder of which I took home with me, stashed away and would not share. We went to the Natural History Museum at my request (yes, I am that old) to see all the dead animals. I was too busy enjoying myself to take any photos, however, I was a little creeped out by the animals on display in preserving jars. 

I was even treated to flowers arriving at work for me, which, to their credit, are still alive and kicking, quite the feat in my care, not to mention the cards and presents in the mail. (I never quite understood that phrase, "not to mention", being used as a precursor to mentioning something).

All these things were only a few of the many gestures and kindnesses shown towards me, and I am so very grateful. It is humbling when one is so far away from home and so many people go to so much effort and care to ensure you feel value. I hope that one day I have the opportunity to extend the same kindness to another.