I’m flying to Brazil tomorrow.
Which is why I’m watching Brazil vs Colombia right now. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that Brazil wins. I don’t have anything against Colombia, but arriving in Rio two days after Brazil leave the World Cup would just be bloody depressing.
And extremely unfortunate, given the World Cup prime I paid on those flight tickets. #Capitalismisabitch
(I realise I’m being inconsistent in my use of singular/plural in the second paragraph. To be honest, I have no idea which is correct. I just went with what sounded right in my head.)
I also realise I haven’t been the most regular of bloggers. I would apologise, but I don’t want to set a dangerous precedent (of making myself feel guilty for not blogging). So I won’t.
I hope you understand.
I’ve been busy. And I’ve been not busy. I think it’s the latter that’s the problem.
The past two months have more or less confirmed a crucial piece of information that I have suspected about myself for a while now: it’s all about routine. I won’t be elaborating on this just yet. I’m sure I’ll get round to it in a future post.
For now, let me catch you up with what’s been happening in the life of Val:
– I graduated! (big news no. 1)
– I am officially at the end of my seven-year scholarship! (big news no. 2)
– I moved back to Bangkok! (big news no. 3)
– I’ve travelled a decent amount around the UK. I intend to blog about these travels. Most likely on my other blog. After I’m back from Brazil.
[Aaaargh… the match is getting intense.]
WE WON! BRAZIL WON! WOOHOO THIS MEANS I GET TO WATCH BRAZIL VS GERMANY IN RIO ON TUESDAY. WITH MY FRIENDS. THIS IS AWESOME.
OK. I’m going to calm down now.
So yes, that’s what’s been happening with me these past months.
My 25th birthday is in three weeks. Just a few days after I’m back from Brazil. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.
I hope my granddad is planning an extravaganza. He always wants to have a big celebration. Not because I’m special, but because he has lived enough years to know that any such occasion should be celebrated and enjoyed.
And for once, this year, I’m not going to be a bitch about it. I’m not going to be the teenager who resolutely refused to graciously accept the effort and thought that went into the planning of the birthday lunch. Year, after year, after year.
I’m going to embrace it and be grateful there are people in my life who want to make my birthday special.
I am looking forward to it.
I am happy.
And that’s really all I hope to be. 🙂
Until next time,
p.s. I’m not bringing my laptop to Brazil. And I doubt I will be blogging from my phone. I’m considering short daily travel updates, but then…