Happy Birthday to Me!

Feb 02, 2011 22:52

It’s getting closer and closer to the day when I can proclaim that I successfully survived my twenty-first year of life on this planet. February 7th, 2011, will mark the day that I turn an even number of years old: twenty-two.

My twenty-first year of life hasn’t been too terribly remarkable. Friends have come and gone and come again and gone again. I’ve had a job with the same company for the entire duration of my twenty-first year. I bought alcohol and condoms for the first time during my twenty-first year (as is a coming-of-age ritual in my country. More so for the alcohol than the condoms, I have to admit, but a coming-of-age ritual all the same). I’ve updated Facebook at least once a day since I turned twenty-one. I’ve lived in my own apartment, paying my own rent and bills for the whole of my twenty-first year of life. I’ve owned the same car, lounged in the same pajamas, and mostly worn the same fifteen or so pairs of underwear as a twenty-one-year old, until last month when I decided to buy sexier panties for the first time. The furniture in my apartment has changed, but the Beatles’ inspired and dominated décor has remained pretty much the same. I’ve bought makeup for the first time as a twenty-one-year old. I joined a dating site for the first time as a twenty-one-year old and also started a relationship for the first time since I was about fourteen.

A lot about me has changed and is changing. The world is a funny place after having had twenty-one entire years to look at it, experience it, and grow into it. It fits me pretty well and I like it. But I’m not going to sit down and relax as I turn twenty-two, oh no, I’m not. There’s a lot changing for me as I step into my twenty-second year of life. It’s going to be exciting, it’s going to be fun, it’s going to be worth living and I simply cannot wait.

Good-bye, twenty-one-year old Gina. You were amazing and the world waits with bated breath to see what you’ll do with another birthday under your belt. Best of luck to you, not that you need it, and keep your head up and your steps sure as you strut into your future. Work it, girlfriend. Work it.
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