Tomorrow I’m 21.
Though the idea of celebrating your birthday has always seemed a little odd to me (and self-indulgent – yes, I was raised in church) I like the idea of “reflecting”. Particularly on the stuff I’ve done and the stuff I thought I’ve had done. I’m well aware that I’m young and have a lot to learn, but it does seem that there are an awful lot of gaps in my “life experience”. See:
I don’t understand the Middle East Conflict.
I haven’t been in a long-term relationship.
My hair is still always a little bit messy.
I still do that incredibly nerdy thing of pushing my glasses up at the bridge.
I haven’t lost my “puppy fat”.
I don’t think I’m going to get any taller than 5ft 3 :-(
I haven’t been to university yet. At least not for any longer than two semesters.
I have yet to visit Paris. Or Venice. Or Rome. Or Barcelona.
Hmm. Maybe when I’m 22 I’ll be a proper grown up?