birthdays
are indeed a funny thing. I want to say, yes Mom, I can’t believe I’m 21 years old either. I very much enjoyed wearing my wrapping paper on my head as a hat, while drinking a pint of beer… Skipping down the street, but checking to see if my key was still safely tucked in my pocket…Moving all my things across Paris, but nearly crying when I misunderstood some French at my internship.
Jessica asked me what the most important events of my year were but I felt that that was impossible to answer. Adjectives that come to mind digging, overcoming and sometimes not so much. Cliché? I still have some of the same haunts clouding things up from time to time, but I feel like whatever direction I am going, it’s a good one.
Thank you all for : the card, the photo, the phone calls, the wrapped present, a wonderful shared dinner, the flowers, the replenishing of an empty fridge, the candy bars, the surprise present and the perfect warm night to stroll through along the Seine.
