Le 1st Birthday and le 101st Post

Pink Birthday Cake


Dear Budding Blog,

I'm sorry I missed your birthday last week on May 17, not to mention your 100th post (101 including this one). I really wanted to do something special for the occasion, but unfortunately I was in bed with a fever and recovering from having my wisdom teeth pulled out on Monday. On the day of your birthday, I was feeling especially bad. There was nothing 'peaceful' and everything gory about it, let me tell you.

Anyhow, I would still like to wish you a very happy birthday. When I think back to a year ago when it all started, I cannot believe it is same person and the same life. I was so depressed at the time, I would sit there at work and just stare out the window and didn't think I would ever have the courage to tell my family that I am leaving them for another continent. Then I ordered my laptop, and that day I swear I could faintly hear New York. When I finally picked up my baby, so shiny and white, I was soooo excited. I carefully carried it home in the drizzling rain and unwrapped it in front of my parents. Then I spent the next three hours trying to get onto the internet, and then after finally giving up, I typed a little in word and sorta admired how shiny it was. Eventually I made it online a couple of days later with the help of a friend.

It took me a month to come up with your name and interestingly enough, it came to me the same day my Garden State DVD arrived from Play.com. I sat there that night watching the story about letting go and changing your life while I set up the site and typed up my first post which I had written on the bus that day. The next morning, I felt like the earth had moved somehow. I can't explain it, suffice to say 'it' was just different. And look at you know, 22 readers and over 100 posts under your belt with hopefully many more to come :).

I wonder if it is a coincidence that I recently celebrated my birthday as well. I turned 27, and while that isn't a nice round number like yours, I feel like it is a very middle age or phase in my life. I'm in the middle of my late twenties, in the middle of two countries, in the middle of two homes, two jobs...two lives I guess. The middle is nice though, it means balance and hopefully that will filter over into my life. And trust me, while New York was faint back then, I hear it now in every car horn, every siren and actually every time I leave the house. I'm just there.

I had a lovely birthday party. I was surrounded by friends and work colleagues with really good energy and yummy pink cake. Yes, pink cake. It was very very Marie Antoinette. My friend Tiffany thought it would be fitting and it totally was. I want to wish you a happy birthday dear blog, with another year full of surprises and outrageous pink cake.

Love,
Sabrina