I started my day with a big smile, turning on my favorite songs and watering tiny plants I had planted for some days. Last week, I moved to a new apartment after 10 years living at my old place. I still needed time to get used to with it and decided to add something to mark my day.
I went out to buy some flowers and came back with these little ones.
It was so funny to see my friends’ faces when they saw my vase (actually it used to be my fishbowl). I loved to pick up presents for myself, and this year they turned out to be flowers – many kinds of flowers – and books, of course.
33 was a very nice number, my mom said. I hope it will be filled with joy.
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That’s a very big vase 😯
Is there a significance of 33 in Vietnamese culture?
Oh, sorry I missed your comment.
No, there isn’t such thing, Darko. When I turn to 33, all people think that they have to remind me that I’m not young any more, haha.
In Serbia they say that life starts when you are 30. So practically, you’ve just start living 😀