My 30th Birthday
Next weekend I turn 30 and I'm a bit upset about it. The fact I'm turning 30 doesn't bother me (in fact I was LMAO when my dad realized he *must* be old since he will now have a 30-year-old daughter...and that he should try to get in as much SCUBA diving as he can before then). What's been bothering me the past few days is that I can't have a party. I've never had a party and I was looking forward to having a place to do it and friends to do it with.
It seems silly to me, but I've always wanted a party with cake and presents to open and friends around laughing and having a good time.
I own a house with a good backyard for BBQs...but my husband lives there.
I was going to be renting a large condo with a built-in bar and plenty of room for a drunken, debaucherous party...but as it is, this month I am again renting a small room in the condo with the common areas full of baby and packing stuff. My roommates are approved for their new condo and want to move out as soon as possible, but their new condo is new construction and their place won't be done until the *end* of September. They're moving stuff into storage so we can start moving our stuff in, but we're in a major state of transition.
So, no place to have a party.
My birthday is the Sunday of Labor Day weekend which means people have a three day weekend (except, most importantly (to me at least) endorphan who will probably be working all weekend) and most people seem to be traveling or going to Bumbershoot or having other Big Plans.
So, no one with whom I can have a party.
This is why I'm feeling down today and probably off and on for the next week. I just want it over and done with.
Biggest reason - my mother is a Jehovah's Witness. Pretty self-explanatory right there. As a child she was raising me to be a Witness like her and they do not celebrate anything that does not celebrate the glory of god or some such crap. No birthday parties for me as a kid.
At 13 I made the decision that organized religion was not for me so I had no problem with celebrating stuff (and getting presents, don't forget those!). Unfortunately, my father is also *not* religious which caused great (always silent in front of me) strife between my parents. I could feel the mood even though I never heard them fight. And most of the time the silent fights were over how to raise me...yay me. My parents had been separated for a few years and got together again around the time I was 13. That's when I took advantage of the changes and jumped ship on the Jehovah's Witness thing. Despite being able to have parties (with my dad's cooperation) I had just moved and therefor had no friends yet. I was incredibly shy and didn't make very many friends in high school, so no parties for me in my teens.
I went off to college for a couple of years and made friends and started learning how to be sociable (isn't that what college is for?). But my birthday was always before classes started and my friends were spread to the four winds. So no birthday parties in college.
I met my future husband and we started dating. Soon after that our friends faded away, we became depressed and unhappy, and we had maybe enough friends to count on one hand. Last year was the first time I had both friends and the ability to have a party. Unfortunately, a couple of months before it we had started talking about doing a road trip to Portland and made the decision to do it the next holiday weekend...which happened to be Labor Day. So, for the most part had a lot of fun in Portland with a lot of friends, but no party and I even started crying on my birthday (too many people fighting). So no parties in my 20s.
I just keep hoping...maybe next year.
It seems silly to me, but I've always wanted a party with cake and presents to open and friends around laughing and having a good time.
I own a house with a good backyard for BBQs...but my husband lives there.
I was going to be renting a large condo with a built-in bar and plenty of room for a drunken, debaucherous party...but as it is, this month I am again renting a small room in the condo with the common areas full of baby and packing stuff. My roommates are approved for their new condo and want to move out as soon as possible, but their new condo is new construction and their place won't be done until the *end* of September. They're moving stuff into storage so we can start moving our stuff in, but we're in a major state of transition.
So, no place to have a party.
My birthday is the Sunday of Labor Day weekend which means people have a three day weekend (except, most importantly (to me at least) endorphan who will probably be working all weekend) and most people seem to be traveling or going to Bumbershoot or having other Big Plans.
So, no one with whom I can have a party.
This is why I'm feeling down today and probably off and on for the next week. I just want it over and done with.
Biggest reason - my mother is a Jehovah's Witness. Pretty self-explanatory right there. As a child she was raising me to be a Witness like her and they do not celebrate anything that does not celebrate the glory of god or some such crap. No birthday parties for me as a kid.
At 13 I made the decision that organized religion was not for me so I had no problem with celebrating stuff (and getting presents, don't forget those!). Unfortunately, my father is also *not* religious which caused great (always silent in front of me) strife between my parents. I could feel the mood even though I never heard them fight. And most of the time the silent fights were over how to raise me...yay me. My parents had been separated for a few years and got together again around the time I was 13. That's when I took advantage of the changes and jumped ship on the Jehovah's Witness thing. Despite being able to have parties (with my dad's cooperation) I had just moved and therefor had no friends yet. I was incredibly shy and didn't make very many friends in high school, so no parties for me in my teens.
I went off to college for a couple of years and made friends and started learning how to be sociable (isn't that what college is for?). But my birthday was always before classes started and my friends were spread to the four winds. So no birthday parties in college.
I met my future husband and we started dating. Soon after that our friends faded away, we became depressed and unhappy, and we had maybe enough friends to count on one hand. Last year was the first time I had both friends and the ability to have a party. Unfortunately, a couple of months before it we had started talking about doing a road trip to Portland and made the decision to do it the next holiday weekend...which happened to be Labor Day. So, for the most part had a lot of fun in Portland with a lot of friends, but no party and I even started crying on my birthday (too many people fighting). So no parties in my 20s.
I just keep hoping...maybe next year.