22 year old me would slap 28 year old me across the face if she knew that eventually, birthdays would no longer mean binge drinking and party buses and teetering around on high heels until the wee hours of the morning… but rather robes and (a few) glasses of wine and reading and a fabulous Middle Eastern feast whipped up by my partner followed by watching How I Met Your Mother reruns to be asleep by 10pm.

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