Birthdays Improve with Age

As a kid i hated my birthday because it meant i was getting older. When i turned 6 i cried because being 6 meant i would have to start doing chores and i really didn't want to wash the dinner dishes every night. When i turned 13 I cried because i was afraid i would start menstruating and god knows i wanted to just stay a kid. My 16th birthday was also a really sad birthday because it appeared that my mom completely forgot. She went off to work first thing in the morning, so i didn't see her. There was no card or present waiting for me when i got home. And she decided to work a double shift so i spent my birthday all alone sobbing in bed.

My 21st birthday was the last of the bad birthdays. I had a serious tonsil infection that was only getting worse and spent the day on 1000mg of antibiotics for 5 days. I was so groggy and tired i don't think i even realized it was my birthday. 22 was a great birthday and since then my birthdays just keep getting better every year.

April has been a great month so far because it's my b-day month! woohoo! and i had a fabulous birthday/post birthday. Most of the staff were out of the office the week of my birthday so they told me they would celebrate it the week after. My co-workers are soooo sweet! I couldn't believe it! They actually got me gifts!! really nice gifts. I got 3 costume jewelry necklaces and my supervisor bought me these gorgeous mikasa tea lights holders. How nice is that!! I'll be sure to get him a nice birthday gift when i come back to the states. (June 11-19)

My present to myself was a weekend trip to New Delhi. Living in Doha does have its advantages as i am much more centrally located to visit Asia, Africa and Europe. New Delhi was awesome! I didn't get to see my moho's but i did get to see my love and long distance relationships are very difficult but can be especially rewarding when you do get to see each other unexpectedly. P and i had a fabulous three days.

I'm doing well in Doha and feeling more settled here. I'm going out a little more and meeting new people. I have been good at avoiding the malls. :) So no creepy guys have been following me lately. I discovered the root to the smells that have been making me sick is actually an incense called Bukhara. Apparently the men burn it in the morning and put their robes over it to take in the scent before they get dressed in the morning.