On turning 21
It was my 21st birthday on Monday this week; my party was Saturday night at Drummoyne Sailing Club. It was an amazing night and even better day. So many people showed up and despite that I think the sheer size of my family intimated most of my friends. I sobbed while trying to make a speech, which is not a talent of mine anyway, but I'm afraid to say a few friends and aunts of mine broke down too. It was one big mush at the end of a really good night. My birthday itself was spent with my more immediate family over cake and an awesome barbecue spread, it was just a pity the rain was hurled down from above so we couldn't even sit on the patio without getting drenched.
I think the main things I have picked up about this 'coming of age' is while it is awesome that I am officially legal to drink pretty much everywhere I'm likely to go on holiday now, I'm no longer under my mother's or my father's direction, I can chose where I want to go without any hassle or grief about the time of morning and more importantly all of my decisions are mine. While my parents might not agree with any if at all of the decisions I make, I no longer need to listen. Now, this wonderful sounding piece of truth actually scared me a little I have to admit. It's not as though I'm not ready for life on my own; indeed I've been ready a long time before now, but the mere fact that the folks appear to have bowed out... it's not something I'm sure I completely understand has happened, I'm waiting for them to jump on the phone again and start asking me what I'm doing every 3 hours. It's nice and quiet and uneasy now, but I'm sure I'll adjust quickly.
I think the main things I have picked up about this 'coming of age' is while it is awesome that I am officially legal to drink pretty much everywhere I'm likely to go on holiday now, I'm no longer under my mother's or my father's direction, I can chose where I want to go without any hassle or grief about the time of morning and more importantly all of my decisions are mine. While my parents might not agree with any if at all of the decisions I make, I no longer need to listen. Now, this wonderful sounding piece of truth actually scared me a little I have to admit. It's not as though I'm not ready for life on my own; indeed I've been ready a long time before now, but the mere fact that the folks appear to have bowed out... it's not something I'm sure I completely understand has happened, I'm waiting for them to jump on the phone again and start asking me what I'm doing every 3 hours. It's nice and quiet and uneasy now, but I'm sure I'll adjust quickly.