Well, that was it. My first birthday away from home. It was good. I cried some. I think it was a catalyst for Zach and I fully mending our friendship, by which I mean, Zach made my birthday. None of my other friends really bothered themselves about it. If he hadn't, I don't think that anyone would have. I love my birthday. When I opened the package from home, it felt like I was examining the contents of a treasure chest.
Zach and Katie gave me a photography book of Venice that calls it the "City of Haunting Dreams." It was a perfect gift. Every photograph holds a certain awe and mystery to it, an entrancing, misty sort of half-light or gesture. They are all begging me to write their stories. I look at them and a feeling of calm washes over me.
I really enjoyed my birthday dinner. I only wish I could have shared my day with more of the people I love. Still, it was a beautiful birthday. I really do feel nineteen.
I love my birthday. I really do. I look forward to it every year. It's a new year of sorts, a perfect mix of ending and beginning.
Happy Birthday Carla Chantica Lita Lerner Lobato. Let's make this year a good one, hey.
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