I have just sent the link to my birthday photos to some of my close friends and my bro (real one). Everytime I look at the photos, i am filled with joy and warmth. I am still in the state where I am trying to understand if all that has happened is real or not. Reason is that I never thought that anyone would bake me a cake for my birthday. All my birthdays have been spent at restaurants with my friends and Matt, separately of course.
Perhaps because it has been such a routine, I no longer felt that my birthday was special, I no longer felt that I was special as a person. Until a few days ago. SUddenly, I seemed to have found light again. I am still touched by the fact that someone would bake a cake for me and spend time with me. These are people whom I barely know for less than a year. Yet, they readily accepted me into their circle of friends and we spend every weekend together, doing anything from cooking to shopping. Honestly, I finally feel like I am in a real family, part of a family. I have never felt this way for the past 26 years. The past 26 years have been lonely and aimless for me, despite the fact the somehow, I managed to make it through the education system and end up with a partner.
I am still very happy and I hope that the people who see my photos are somehow able to feel that joy that I felt too.
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