Jan 06, 2009 10:50
My birthday has come and gone, I am now nineteen years old. Whatever that ends up meaning. I'm trying without success to remember my sister at this age, so I suppose I get to make of it entirely what I will. As birthdays go, it was a very nice one, with friends, family, sappy movies, musical instruments, and food. It was extra special because for the first time in my life, I found someone with the same birthday as me. Seriously, nearly 19 years of looking, this is the first person I've even heard about with my birthday. For someone so enamored of random connections, that has been very frustrating. She's our minister's wife, which is cool because she's awesome... and exactly 20 years older than me. :) The symmetry and significance of a new years birthday has always appealed to me, even when I hate the inconvenience. And even though I dislike the icy pastels my birthdate is painted in, it has more color than the actual New Year, and I suppose the effect is more of unexpected winter sunlight than anything else. January is my favorite month, name-wise, so I can't really complain.
Eighteen was an interesting year. It was composed in large part of endings and beginnings, it saw a lot of change and growth. That last semester and graduation with our amazing Classy '08, the celebration of how far we'd come and how close we'd become, the best Eliot ever, saying goodbye to the art school and hello to Beloit, and the first semester in a new community.
I wonder if I should go ahead and declare a modern languages major when I get back. That single major won't get me far, but I'm not sure enough to declare the elementary ed major yet, and languages are what I love. We shall see.