30, is not a too bad a number in one's age, but rather should be a more glorious one. For me, it is a wired number as I am trying to connect what have happend to me and would happen to me in future. Possitively, if I could live up to 150 years old, I would have gone through one fifth of my life time. To be less possitive, for living up to 90 years old if I am lucky and careful, one third of my life have just left me. For both situations, by the time I would have to leave this world, I would be a old, ancient, wobbly old granny without teeth. Ahhhhhhh... I haven't collected enough courage yet to live to that age yet.
In Chinese culture, 30 years old is Er Li Zhi Nian, meaning the year you should have established your own life style with some saving, preferrable an apartment and marriage with a child. I do have my own style but without saving, apartment, kids but with a caring husband who happens not to be rich. Sounds like that I am complaining about my life. right!
Why make fuss about 30 years old, it is just another day in another year. I get on with it just like how I try to get on with any Monday I have been having so far. I hate Monday but not as much as before because I only need to arrive in school around 12am. I still hates it the moment I woke up and found out that I haven't done many things. Once I have a cup of tea and taken shower, I become human again like now for example.
Nothing more and nothing less. getting myself sorted here.
Dinner with friends at my birthday evening was cosy and heartwarming. David chose the place, a spanish restrauant which serves 'the best tupas in Beijing'. I don't have many friends here, mainly people in the same circle (Daivd's colleagues and wives) and we happen to like hanging out together a lot. and Nancy who I have been friends with since we were in Wuhan and her husband was a colleague of David. Small circle but nice people.
I just realize that for the last three or four years, i have been celebrating my birthday with different group of people. The reason is that i have moved a lot, from Wuhan to Qinghai, from China to England, and from England back to Beijing, China. Each year I met new group of people, when i move to another place, they stay or move to somewhere else. It is like drifting...
To be continued