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[toujours_nigel]

Today is my mother's birthday, and she turns 59. I am missing it because I am sitting hunched over my laptop writing the first ten pages of my thesis for the fourth time. I had tickets home and everything, but my advisor looked in danger of having a stroke if I fucked off for a week. One of my friends is getting married next weekend, which I am also missing, but then I have never managed to attend a wedding ever, so they're used to it by now.

I'm not sure I like this living alone gig. Something will change next August, one way or another, but still it's awful. The one friend I have still living in the city is an hour and change away by bus, works full-time, and has housemates she really likes. They're all very loud together, give me a headache.

I don't like people enough to be this lonely. But here we are, anyhow.

And here she is, with her mom and younger daughter on either side.

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[greerwatson]

Not "coming up on"! You reached that point about six months or so ago. From now on, you'll be getting ever closer to her. In thirty years time, you'll be older than she is now and two-thirds of the age she will be then. (One hopes she'll still be around.)

That sort of milestone is disconcerting, isn't it? I'm now older than my mother was when we moved to this house, lo these many years ago. Mostly, I don't feel it; but then it catches me unexpectedly in the knees.

[toujours_nigel]

You reached that point about six months or so ago.

I mostly meant I'll be 30 when she's 60 in Dec 19-Jan 20, which I'm rather looking forward to.