I turned thirty two weeks ago and the hubs and I had a quiet dinner out in Newtown commemorating the event. He got me the most chocolatey birthday cake from Black Star Pastry and it was pure heaven. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday!
Thing is, I have always imagined I’ll have a big birthday bash to mark my thirtieth. I’ve never been one for big celebrations since my family is not that sort of people but I’ve kinda always wanted one. A picnic get together at the park would be lovely or even a small party with our friends at home. That would have been nice.
But my big birthday bash didn’t happen and I was okay with it. Maybe it’s because I didn’t feel like I’m thirty yet. I felt like I should be twenty seven years old because we just bought our first home and everything seems possible and that is what twenty seven years old kids do (or so I would like to imagine).
All our belongings have been packed away and we’re currently living out of a suitcase while we’re renovating/doing up the house. We’ve been so busy with the house – the bathroom renovations was due to start three days after my birthday and at that time, we were still shopping around for the tiles and the shower screen and the mirror cabinet.
I’ve also been stripping off the paint from the doors and its frames as well as the architraves and I wanted to finish them before we moved out for the bathroom renovations. Ryan has also been dismantling the kitchen and we’ve been trying to work out if putting it back together again with some modification is within our capabilities. It feels like when I get the house all done up then I’m ready to be thirty.
Maybe then I’ll have my bash, if I still have any energy left in me after all the renovation works. For now, I’m happy with my chocolatey cake and quiet dinner out with the hubs.