I turned 30 yesterday. And nope, I didn't throw a big party nor vacationed somewhere remote and exotic. I would have if I wasn't 38 weeks pregnant - or more of, if our family elders didn't disapprove it.
My celebration was veryboring simple. With a handful of relatives, we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant in Tarlac City, about thirty minutes away from a small farming town my hubby and I temporarily reside in. Still, it meant a lot to me for it's been ages since I last celebrated with my parents.
'Cave connection' spelunking in Sagada. Back in 2001, when none of us had digital cameras yet. My first backpacking trip.
Yes I may be 30 now, but for me I started living at 21. I started living the moment I wore a pair of borrowed hiking sandals and used an overnight backpack for the very first time.
My celebration was very
Yes I may be 30 now, but for me I started living at 21. I started living the moment I wore a pair of borrowed hiking sandals and used an overnight backpack for the very first time.
