It was my birthday on Saturday.
Maybe it was because of the minimal sleep in a small Airbnb bed and the late, decadent, wine-accompanied dinner the night before; but my birthday was hazy, sleepy, ambling, relaxed, and boozy. Somehow, in our grogginess, we managed to walk 10kms around downtown Victoria just bar-hopping, shopping, and sightseeing in the sunshine.
I shot photos on film, ate delicious food, bought a vintage coat, and spent the day with my favorite person. A perfect birthday ended with a large Asahi, some of the best sushi I’ve ever had, and an early bedtime.
34 might not be a cool number like 33, but hey, it’s low-key. I’m into it so far.
