Tomorrow is my birthday. Let me preface that by saying I am terribly sick, hopped on a plane yesterday and moved to a new city, and know LITERALLY nobody. Oh, and I don’t really know how to communicate with anyone given that I don’t know the language. I’m really big on birthdays as long as they aren’t my own so it’s not like I really would have done anything special but it just seems strange to be turning 26 in a completely foreign place. There is a bit of sadness to it but I have to admit that it also makes me so happy. My birthday is like this secret that noone here knows but me and i get to ring it in while exploring this absolutely devastatingly fantastically bee-U-tee-ful town. I really can’t complain, other than about feeling a bit lonely, I am getting to know myself in ways that I never have before.