The older you get, the more likely it is that your birthday becomes just another day. People would really pull out all the stops for you when you were a kid, buying cakes and organising parties, but once you grow up it becomes another day of chores and work and responsibilities. Birthdays aren’t supposed to be big deals anymore.
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t nice to do something special.
The trip to Bath was a pretty last-minute; we’d decided to do it (very) late on Thursday night, and caught the train out Friday afternoon after finding accommodation via airbnb.
According to our host, Bath is the second-most visited city in the UK, after London. As a compact, walkable city, this did mean that areas – especially the picturesque, touristy bits – got crowded, and some eateries were packed. But that doesn’t need to be a problem if you don’t want it to be; we wandered about the town, sometimes walking in circles but always stumbling upon something to see and do.
I’m not sure what to feel about turning 24. Or perhaps I just don’t feel anything at all. It doesn’t feel like any significant change has taken place; 24 does just feel exactly like 23. Perhaps I’m finally at the stage where age just becomes irrelevant – you’re just a grown-up, and it’s time to make grown-up life decisions. I suppose that’s a little unsettling, almost as unsettling as seeing Facebook updates of friends getting married and having children who call me “Auntie”. Maybe it will all go downhill from here. But then again, there are too many amazing things going on and too much work to be done to stop now.
