Two years ago she flew across the world to vacation here and San Francisco was her last, week-long stop to celebrate my birthday with me. June is just around the corner and the big 30 is staring me in the face… I wish she could be here again instead of thousands of miles away.
That birthday was semi-good and semi-shitty… I was getting out of a horrible relationship that ended like a plane wreck, devastating and just god-awful, so I was extra thankful that she was here to celebrate with me. We got to see Florence and the Machine live at the Greek theatre, check out NightLife at the Academy of Science, and reconnect after years of living apart. She came to my students’ graduation and took some amazing photos and video, which I’m glad I have since she lost her camera on the last night of the trip. She was also there for me when I got too inebriated after going to the bars with my friends and left my own birthday party to cry in my room.
It’s amazing what can happen in two years… I’m in a great place in life, in a loving relationship, still whole and my own person (i.e. not losing myself in love and happy outside of my relationship), closer to my family than ever before, and following my dreams. Turning 30 will be a lot of fun - my cousin Wendy is flying in for the day, I plan on eating tons of sushi, greeting my birthday in a noisy bar with my friends, eating cake for breakfast on the day itself, and then jumping out of an airplane at 14,000 feet over the ocean in Santa Cruz. :) (*on a morbid sidenote: I have the option of jumping at 10,000 feet or 14,000 feet and I picked the higher altitude so if something goes terribly wrong I have a sure chance of not surviving it to live the rest of my days out as a vegetable) I wish Mara could be here with me for all of that, and some of my other childhood friends too, but I’ll keep them in my thoughts and be grateful that they’re there, even though they’re half a world away.