Last week was my birthday. I am official 23 years old everywhere. I never thought I would be celebrating my Birthday on the other side of the world. But I did, and my Birthday lasted three days. Monday was my Kiwi Birthday, Tuesday was my Canadian Birthday, and Wednesday was when everyone got paid, so friends, roomates and I went to this amazing Mexican place on Cuba st. called "The Flying Burrito Brothers."
To our surprise it was the Independence of Mexico last Wednesday and a Mariachi band played as we deviled into our steaming mexican food. Best Mexican I've had in a while. It went down well with our pitcher of margaritas. After dinner a drunken mariachi band played and we enjoyed our tequila and I enjoyed my tequila as a 23 year old.
Turning 23 doesn't feel any different, but I feel like there is now a certain personal standard that has just appeared. I've learned from my mistakes in the past and feel comfortable with my decisions and my decision making... as I say with my new piercing. No really, I feel good being 23 and I think I feek confident because I'm doing fine surviving here in New Zealand and I'm just enjoying everything as it comes. No planning, just living in the moment. Today I ran out of minutes for my phone, but I don't care. I'm down to my last $0.39 in my kiwi bank account, but I don't care. I'm just going with it. Learning as I go. 2 months down two to go.
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