Birthdays, on the whole, generally aren’t the most fun of times for me. My actual Birthday is on January 9th. This makes for many a complication when trying to organise just about anything. Most of the time, everyone is broke, detoxing or dieting, or all of the above. After all the festivities of countless Christmas Parties and New Year the chances of talking anyone into doing anything is a distant idea I have long given up on.
Last year I made the choice to go to France on my own for a day or so, a mini-Sarah-adventure if you will (one I need to write a post for to cover crossing off ‘Travelling Abroad alone’ on my Bucket List). It was lovely, I bought myself a chocolate shoe, pottered around the cobbled streets, fumbled my French, lovely.
This year, things were a little different. I had a ‘someone’ to spend it with. Plans were put in place, and I started to look forward to it once again. We had a rocky New Year with an argument of cataclysmic levels, which lead to a series of unfortunate events the following days. This subsequently resulted in me finding out a certain something that the certain ‘someone’ had done in the early hours of my Birthday. Suffice to say, I spent most of that day devastated. Promises of presents and Paris had disappeared into nothingness, and I wanted to day and him to disappear along with it.
Once the anger had subsided (ish) I made a decision. I wanted a do-over. It wasn’t fair that he had taken that day and (to put it perhaps not in the finest of literary ways) crapped all over it. I wanted a day with hilarity instead of heartbreak, smiles instead of sobbing. I decided I was going to turn twenty-faux and i was going to damn well enjoy it.
Of course, until now I have put it off for one reason or another, as we all do with many things in life, but with the 5 month mark rapidly approaching (Saturday), I thought it high time something was done.
It won’t be a big affair, there won’t be balloons and parties, cake and cards, but it will be fun. It will be happy. And it will be an un-Birthday to remember.
Its on my bucket list – and something I have wanted to do since I watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks as a little girl: A visit to Portabello Road market. I love looking into the past. I love old photos and history, lockets and loved ones, stories waiting to be uncovered and told. A rather romantic view on the whole affair, but I guess that sort of sentiment sums me up rather well.
Perhaps its all the magic of the movies, or reading one too many fairy tales and my penchant for all things Disney, but I have a good feeling about it all. It is the first Birthday I think I have ever looked forward to in…well….ever.
Twenty-Faux will be a chance for a new kind of Birthday.
A day of new starts, new beginnings, and most importantly, a chance for a new kind of me.
