I turned 49 today. 365 days prior to the half century mark. Not a really important birthday, just one of forty nine.
No complaints. Happy & healthy. No regrets either, short of not having learnt an instrument when I could have. Yes I know, it is never too late to learn, I am just not a late learner.
Having chosen a Nomadic type of life early on, gave me the opportunity to see the world at an age when most others start families or an all important career path. It was a choice, not more. Not better or worse. Just what I felt was right for me. I always wanted to get out into the world and that's what I did. It may be a medical condition, a rare one, called "Nomad virus".
Since we are on the road right now (See? It must be a virus....), there is no birthday cake, just lots of kisses from my family. Yesterday though, I did have a bit of an excess with chocolate (we are in Austria after all) and I am a bit queasy today, which believe me, feels much better than a hangover from too much booze.
So. Onwards and upwards I go, now with family in tow. (Hey, that rhymes...) I doubt we will stop exploring, so there will be plenty to tell about for the future.