Some of you may not have known that my birthday was last week and I officially turned twenty-seven...that's three years from thirty...wtf... I don't like this...UNDO! UNDOOOOO! Where's the god damn undo getting older button?! Twenty-seven...do not like!
Despite my gross feelings about turning this age that shall no longer be named, I think I feel somewhat proud of all the things I have achieved during this lifetime. I've done a lot others would have only dreamed of! I've partied hard (and still do), left home at twenty-two and worked on a cruise ship, traveled the world, climbed Mt. Vesuvius, swam in the Pacific Ocean, participated on an archaeological dig in Jordan, danced in a carnival in St. Martin, walked bared foot in the Emirati deserts, ate my way through all the countries I've visited, dated men from Lebanon to Russia, etc. (bahaha I'm not gonna expose all the "interesting" details of my life experiences). I've done a lot.
One thing I'm proud of is finding myself. Finding Tyechia. You see, she used to be this fat, brace-teeth, shy-four eyed girl. But I knew that life was and still is out there. There world is so big and yet so small. Through all my life experiences I've learned a lot about myself and came into my own. I went to school, took a long break and then went back to school because I finally figured out what I wanted to do with my life. Most people get a degree in chemical engineering in their youth and later figure out that that was totally not them....maybe one wanted to be a porn star lol. Back to the point: I found myself! I'm strong, confident, I speak up for myself, when I want something I go after it and get it (persistence is key!), my glasses, braces are gone and I'm working on reclaiming my body back which was stolen from the University of Toronto (you try finding cheap healthy food on campus! $3 poutine anyone?)
Although, I did imagine myself in a different position by this time, married, house, car, and two kids, I'm happy with where I am in life. I will be starting my masters in Manchester this September and then I'll finally be set.
...BUT...if I'm not married by thirty (evil and vile age) then I'll begin to worry
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