time to say goodbye

Tomorrow im turning 29, its time to say goodbye to my 28's. I would like to say that my 28's were awesome and that I have had a wonderful time but this would be a lie. My 28's were crap, i dont know exactly wich way i took, but i must have done some mistakes to be in war with myself for a such long time.
I've spent the majority of my 28's trying to find a job that would fit me perfectly in terms of professional realization, but unfortunatly this havent happened... yet. Now its done, for this cycle, tomorrow im gonna start the last year of my 20's and i hope that good things come to my life. ive kind of lost my hope about this job thing and maybe the best option is just find any job, just for the money... whatever... because, job satisfaction it is not the most important thing in life, is it? is it what brings happiness? i dont think so... for me the very first factor to be happy is being healthy, it is logical, if you dont have health u cant enjoy life, then comes basic needs such as... shelter... nobody deserves being homeless...you need a matress to rest your fat body in the end of the day. the third one can be the relationships that u build in life, friends, collegues, and the relationship that you have with your family. after those 3 maybe comes job satisfaction... so, according to my life experience i dont really have any of these topics... ok at least im not homeless, i have my mum's house to live... but, still... its not MY place... so, i think i dont have any of these things. ok. im healthy... if being healthy means not being sick, i am. but if being healthy is something more like working out every day or at least 3 days a week (walking back home can count as work out? yes, i think so)... so... hummm, i think im healthy. i just really like chocolate, ice cream, curry. hey! I didnt use to enjoy curry as much as im enjoying now in London... funny, its part of my cultural shock experience. when ive got here my first impression was that the city was so organized and clean... it freaked me out! no cables between lamp posts, all the ilumination system is underground... i have never tought about ilumination cables before... and now i know which big difference this makes in the scenary of the city. after what? 3 months? almost... the cultural shock it is not so shocking anymore... but i can notice my adaptations... such as... loving curry! seriously, if i dont have curry at least one day in the week i can feel sick. and im not in India! ive heard that english people likes curry so much because they can drink loads of beer and still tastes the curry. it makes sense. anyway, i forgot to talk about friends. yeah. i have very good and wonderful friends... but, life is busy you know... ok, i a bit more skeptical and sacartistic than usual. must be the age.

it is a bit silly because, you know... im London, having a great time, i've been to the hyde park several times in the last two weeks... but, with less than a month to go back to my country what i've realized is that one of the reasons that brought me to London was because i was trying to escape from my life and even from myself... i had have to come all the way to Europe to realize that my problem it is not geographic... so what the hell is wrong with me? Men, i really dont know, and i dont wanna think about this in my last 28 years day. maybe i will do teraphy when i come back to Brasil. maybe i will change my lifestyle in the name of happiness, if i start eating rockets and tomatos everyday i will be more healthy, and then when i become super duper healthy i will change naturally to the other stage and i will adquire a place to call mine and then ...oh, this part of friends and family is all right,ah,ok, i dont have a husband. maybe i will build my own family! or have a dog... who knows... but only after eating loads and loads of vegetables and fruits!
anyway, is there a right age to stop exploding plastic bubbles? i dont think so! i bought something that came wrapped in this plastic bubbles... i like to explode the bloody bubbles, i was having a good time doing that, when someone just looked at me and said: how old are you?
gotta go... tea time!