Today I turn 32. It's not a year that's considered special for any reason. It's not one of the 0s or the 5s. As far as I know there are no songs whatsoever about being 32. But there are a lot of songs about being 16 and I've realised that 16 was half a lifetime ago.
Perception of time is a crazy thing. This wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff is pretty strange. I'm fairly certain the first 16 years took twice as long as this second set. What does that mean for the next 16? I'm guessing by then I'll think 48 is as young as I currently view 32. I'm really hoping I don't have a cold like I do right now. That would suck.
I'm not going to turn this into one of those "letters to me" since, unlike Brad Paisley, I can't point out any dirty magazines under a bed. I do think there have been some things that 16 year old me expects: university, living in Europe, getting married, eating chocolate cake with boiled icing for breakfast on my birthday. Definitely also some things I doubt I expected: moving back to Canada (I hadn't even moved to New Brunswick for the first time when I turned 16), what I do as a day job, the wonders of the internet, defending that chocolate cake with boiled icing from two cats and first having to go stand in the snow waiting for a golden retriever to pee.
We had dinner with my parents last night and Mum made my favourite- chocolate cake with boiled icing. Then she put a full 32 candles on it. I don't think their smoke detector is working effectively cause that thing should have gone off.