23
* The sacred number (along with 5) of Eris, goddess of discord
* the number of the Illuminati.
* sometimes considered lucky or otherwise significant (as in the occult writings of Aleister Crowley and William S. Burroughs)
* a cosmic number with strong connections to arcane magic and synchronicity.
* Numerous people have claimed to see 23’s everywhere (the 23 curse) prior to enormous success and fruitfulness.
(from Wikipedia)
Bullshit. (excuse my french). Sill, it’s a significant age. I’ll finish my education and be expected to start my career in the next twelve months. I’ll be making several crucial decisions, and whatnot.
Exactly two years ago, I celebrated my birthday with my friends and family, got on a plane and flew to Germany. One terrible year and 12 acceptable months later, I’m happy again. Things are going just fine with me.
I spent the day with my parents who are visiting me in B., we walked around, talked, and eventually had dinner together… I left, to get home and my awesome roommates were waiting for me, singing birthday songs, and holding a gift…. Gentleman Jack! I love my roommates. Then my best friend dropped by with his girlfriend and brownies, and my other best friend called from London… A nice day.
I’m going to take it easy this year. I will graduate in a couple of months, but I plan to stay here for a few months after that, experience the country, visit some European cities (London, Barcelona, Prague, Warsaw, Paris, Amsterdam and Rome)… All the time doing small projects/contracts that would sustain me financially. I will enjoy this year.
Happy birthday moi.





