September 19th was my birthday. I turned 21 years old.
I don’t feel any different. I’m still me. And the usual 21 milestone was a bit negated by the fact that A) I’m studying in a foreign country where the legal drinking age is 16, and B) I’m not great at following most rules in the first place.
It was the first birthday I spent without my parents. 20 years of wonderful, love-filled birthdays…and then a single birthday without them. It was a hard day, but I realized that I will probably have more birthdays without them. I felt more grown up, in that sense. It was still great to see them, even if it was only over facetime. : )
I did feel so much love on my birthday though, even without those I love most by my side. All 10 of us in the Vienna program went out to dinner to celebrate at one of my favorite restaurants. It may not have been a 21 run and it may not have been a crazy party, but it was the kind of birthday I wanted: simple, full of laughter and spent with friends who are growing closer every day.
Here’s to many more. Thanks for stopping by.