Three hundred sixty four days of the year, I don’t eat cake. I am not interested in it whether it is a seven layer, flourless, or even a fruitcake, I don’t want it. But when my “day” arrives there is something about a Birthday Cake. Maybe it is because it is mine. It even has my name on it. I am always ready and willing to share it. That is the best way to eat a Birthday Cake until today.
I found myself alone with my Birthday Cake. I had shared half of it with some close friends. Now it was just me and my cake. I wasn’t ready to throw it away only having to wait another three hundred and sixty four days to have another one.
As I stood in my kitchen, wondering whether to grab a plate and cut myself a slice, I decided to “re-celebrate” my birthday in a new way…
Just me and a fork.
“Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.”
Twenty months in Hong Kong. My life will never be the same. I will never be the same.
Four weeks in.