Thirty Nine
39. The last year of my 30s. I have envisioned celebrating it somewhere exciting, doing something memorable. This was supposed to be the year I experience New York , the year I celebrate with fun, laughter, alcohol and reckless abandon, the year I end my 30s with a bang! Another notch to be added to my travel and birthday adventures. But my 39th was nothing but anticlimactic. I have spent 7 months in lockdown, with my only route being any of my Naughty Nachos branches and/or grocery runs. I woke up with indifference, knowing days before that my birthday will be greeted like any regular day. I have always made it a point to make plans during my birthday, if not with a trip then preparing something special. This time around I didn't feel anything different. It just felt like a normal day and adding to that the expectation of celebrating made it all the more sombering. We started the day with an unexpected NN run and despite driving all the way to Fairview for the unplanned task, I w