It has been about a week since I had turned 23 years old. This is not exactly a milestone year in itself (unless you consider writing 09/14/09 as pretty cool), but in terms of how it was celebrated, my birthday kind of was.
For one thing, I visited Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk for the first time (the above picture is from the nearby beach) this past weekend. The Boardwalk has carnival-style attractions, such as rides, games, and goodies, in a timeless and family-friendly setting. I usually don't go to amusement parks, but this was fun, especially with good company. No matter your age, you can't help but feel like a kid (in the best way possible) when you're riding roller coasters, screaming along each twist, turn, and dip.
For another thing, I was at my family's home on my actual birthday date. I hadn't been to my hometown since March for spring break, though I had seen my family a couple times since then. It's amazing how nostalgic you can feel about a place, even when it came to sleeping in my old room -- never mind that I practically fell off the bed when I rolled over and found out (too late) that my bed was no longer right next to the wall like it once was.
Nostalgia was definitely part of my birthday, so much so that I even took the time to find out what time I was born on my actual birth date and how much I weighed. On a day when I'm supposed to be focusing on my present age (and perhaps looking to the year ahead), it's kind of cool to think that 23 years ago, I was born -- it's as simple as that.
For one thing, I visited Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk for the first time (the above picture is from the nearby beach) this past weekend. The Boardwalk has carnival-style attractions, such as rides, games, and goodies, in a timeless and family-friendly setting. I usually don't go to amusement parks, but this was fun, especially with good company. No matter your age, you can't help but feel like a kid (in the best way possible) when you're riding roller coasters, screaming along each twist, turn, and dip.
For another thing, I was at my family's home on my actual birthday date. I hadn't been to my hometown since March for spring break, though I had seen my family a couple times since then. It's amazing how nostalgic you can feel about a place, even when it came to sleeping in my old room -- never mind that I practically fell off the bed when I rolled over and found out (too late) that my bed was no longer right next to the wall like it once was.
Nostalgia was definitely part of my birthday, so much so that I even took the time to find out what time I was born on my actual birth date and how much I weighed. On a day when I'm supposed to be focusing on my present age (and perhaps looking to the year ahead), it's kind of cool to think that 23 years ago, I was born -- it's as simple as that.
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