21 Mart 2010, Pazar
saat: 21:16
Okay, my 22nd birthday is this Monday.
While most people begin planning their birthday celebrations months in advance and turn the entire birthday month into a party all about them, I did not even remind anybody of my birthday. Why? Because I'm turning 22 and it is scaring the crap out of me. Or because I'm one year closer to having to fully take responsibility for every aspect of my life. And I'm scared that my adult life is just going to stop being fun. Or it's because I can't see myself being fulfilled with just a job, husband, and kids...Aagghh! it must be time for me to face it, I'm getting slightly older :((
Thank God, this lovely realization makes me realize that I'm not just growing old, I'm growing old with my beloved friends. For my birthday, they did amazingly sweet things: my closest friends secretly bought me presents, invited me and a couple of other friends to a dinner to surprise me and wish me happy birthday. Just the fact that they put so much effort into doing something special for me made me incredibly happy, and was the best part of my whole birthday weekend.
I assume there's nothing quite like the feeling of being loved. Not even fresh, hot chocolate chip cookies (with a little extra raw dough on the side) gives you the same warm, comforting feeling of knowing that someone out there really, really loves you.
