21

I have no idea when everyone decided to grow up, and I don’t know when will I ever be ready to do the same.

Those carefree days filled with cartoons and prank calls are a distant memory now. All these things around me have changed, leaving me standing very unsure of when to take my next step. 21 is such a strange age, i’m not yet old but no longer young either. I sorted out my bills, grocery shopped once a week, cooked, washed my own clothes, and even took care of myself whenever I felt sick. But I also do still watch Adventure Time every single night before bed, I still sketch and doodle silly little things, and I jump to a pile of leaves and puddles whenever I see one.

It feels weird spending your birthday 6000+ miles away from home but I will not let it be the reason why I can’t enjoy my birthday.

I could really go on and on listing millions of reasons why i’m such a bad person and people will find me hard to love. And I am very sure that most people will agree. But I will not do that because the actual truth is that I’m loved, I feel loved. A simple yet profound realization, they said. I am passionate, sensitive, and I have so much potential to make beautiful things.

Here’s to giving in to the experience;
Here’s to wholeheartedly learning and growing from it;
Here’s to love and being loved;

Here’s to being 21!