I turned 35 this weekend. I'm not where I thought I'd be at 35 (maybe I never really thought I would be 35 whatsoever).... still in graduate school (i.e. not financially stable), still living in a rented college-ish apartment and driving a shitty car, still forever unsure of whatever relationship I am in, despite how good or bad it goes. no house of my own, no recognizeable (at least in terms of salary) job, no husband. I can let myself get a little down about this stuff sometimes. particularly on a weekend as significant as one's 35th birthday. the first bday I've spent in the U.S. in six years.

But on the other hand.... I have a good family who cares about me. friends to celebrate happy hour with, and friends who are there when I need them. a boyfriend who loves and misses me, and whom I love and miss (he's out of town for the next while on work). a job I appreciate even if I don't always like it lately. a beautiful kitty with the softest ears and the cutest meow who seems to instinctively know when I'm feeling a little down and then invite herself to curl up on my lap. I have a lot of good things. I want to be the kind of person who remembers that more often.

wow - 35 seems old.