Turning older again

Today, well in a few minutes I will turn 29. I don't how I ought to feel about it because it doesn't bother me that much - just a number factor and being me with my size and what I call my sometimes whiny voice, I don't pass off as more then 22 (some have pushed it down further thinking that I am perhaps only 19, fresh wide-eyed girl braving the world for the first time). So what happened to me this year that would warrant a new chapter? I thought I come up with 29 things/events/anything-else that happened this year, to this day that have brought me to where I am right now but that would be very silly. Instead I came up with some of the things that have clearly affected me in one way of another. In random order obviously.

Living in cold, wintery Beijing across the magnificient Russian embassy. Learning Chinese - difficult and almost painful. Going through a necessary medical procedure on my own. London summer with friends, sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Going to Marrakesh for the second time and nearly getting into a fight with a man who jabbed me at my waist. Sleeping in the parks in the middle of the afternoon in Madrid and drinking wine and going to topless pools with friends basking in the sun. Breaking up - very impressive performance from my part. Waiting 3 months for my visa to Sudan. Moving to Kadugli and its pre-departure excitement
Spending New Year's alone in Seoul, where snow just keeps on falling and falling. Meeting people I haven't seen for ages. Building a life in Kadugli (and still is). Thrown into a pool in the first week in Kadugli and slowly falling in love with the Nuba Mountains. A new found love for old-school hip hop. Literally living out a suitcase

As I am writing this, the clock strucks 12 and so here I am - 29 years old, sitting in my room and Manu Chao singing 'Desaparecido' in the background. It's going to be fantastic year ahead. I can feel it in my fingers. You know when you get the tingle?