I’m officially a year older today. As with all my recent birthdays I sort of knew it was due some time soon, but then in the rush of everyday things I lost track of it, and again it took me by surprise when the day arrived. Fundamentally my birthday isn’t that important to me. Even so, it could have been an excuse for a party, but almost all the people I might have wanted to celebrate with are in other countries, so this was just another day. But all this talk about birthdays has made me think about cakes, so I think we might compensate for this tomorrow and buy a small one.

I’m a year older than I was last year, which is of course true for all days… but today the digits rolled over and my new age starts with a 3. That actually makes me feel a bit old. My mental age, the age I think of myself as, has been “mid-20s” for quite a long time now. So inside I’m not aging by a year but by over 5 years, overnight. That’s a bit of a shock.

Another statistic: there will be (or has been) a point some time this summer, I don’t know the exact date, when I will have spent half of my life living outside of Estonia. 15 years in Estonia, 9 in Sweden, 6 in the UK. Hmm, I just noticed: if I wanted to continue the series, I should move to a new country this summer and stay there for 3 years.