I think I have a penchant for sad birthdays. Two years ago to the day, I crossed over to my twenties in Taiwan and I remember feeling good about how nobody around me knew it was my birthday. Today, I ushered in my 22nd year at a sad MacD doing Math as usual. Although I am still trying to come to terms with the shocking pair of digits that are now officially my age, I like the idea of spending birthdays just like any other day, except being a little more self-involved than I usually am. Then again, maybe there should be a greater purpose.

It's been an unhappy year so far and I really hope twenty two will be a sign of better things to come.