
somewhere in sonoma county, circa 1983
this is my second birthday in san francisco, but my third (?) in california. my mom brought me to SF in 2005 for my 22nd birthday and drove me up to sonoma county to show me where i was born, where we lived, etc. i wasn't too impressed with santa rosa as a city, but the surrounding areas like bodega bay and the winding, rocky coastline took my breath away. on my actual birthday my mom had arranged a private tour of chinatown.. i was really into asian culture around that time and had been trying to get into a study abroad program in kyoto. i was on "winter break" in 2005 but never returned to school therefore never going to kyoto. now, i practically live in asia, so it worked out. i've lost my borderline obsession with asian culture over the years, but it is funny to think back to that day, walking through all these buildings and pharmacies (i was totally into chinese herbal remedies), fortune cookie factories, secret alleyways, antique shops, dress shops etc. and not being aware that in five years i'd be celebrating yet another birthday in my new home, the same city.
i had a brief moment of forgetfulness while washing my face thinking about how many years went by and so quickly. i said out loud, "i can't believe i'm 25". i had to pause, raise my eyebrow and do the math. i'm already forgetting my age. not a good sign.
there is something neat about having a birthday so close to the "new year". for me, every year, twelve days after the 1st, is literally a "new year" for me. i have an entire numbered year to be a certain age and 12 extra days in the new upcoming year. neat? kinda.
my work coincidentally found out about my birthday yesterday. a co-worker turned 25 a few days ago and i started to warn her (as my "older" friends did when i turned 25) that it's all "down hill from here". it's true. sorry, ladies. i didn't believe the few people who told me since i had one of those "that will never happen to me" attitudes. welp, not anymore. things are a'changing..and growing..and losing their oompf. my boss said something that i KNOW, but rarely say to myself (i'll say to everyone else).."it's not about getting OLD, it's about being happy". it doesn't make sense written like that, but basically she was alluding to and further discussed the implications of stress, negative thoughts/feelings, etc. which i understand and know with all my heart, except for that itty bitty piece somewhere in there that seems to overpower the rest. that's a work in progress and another story entirely.
now it's off to catch the bus, use my 'free cup of coffee on your birthday, love starbucks' postcard, then plug away at work.

sonoma coastline, circa 1983



