...it's my first post as a 21-year-old!
Well, the new freedoms are dandy. You know, finally being able to tag along on Thursday nights when my friends go to the piano bar. Or being able to rent a hotel room when I HAVE to get out of the house and have nowhere else to go. (I'm not sure how often I will do this...but I enjoy having the option.) But for the life of me, I cannot shake the feeling that I am OLD. My youth has escaped me. My carefree days are over. I'm at the top of the hill. Et cetera, et cetera.
Hypothetically speaking, of course, I might have had a momentary quarter-life crisis and cried all the way to the highway when I left home this weekend. I also might have wailed to my sister about how I wanted to be sixteen again, that I'm not ready for adulthood and it's all going to go downhill from here. (She's about to turn 27 and doesn't have much patience for me, though.) But am I right?? It's not like I haven't had my fair share of grown up problems...I've become intimately acquainted with the three D's: divorce, death, and disease. I have more life experience than some 40-year olds, but that's enough for now! I look from little Marcela, who cries when you cut her fingernails and throw away the clippings before she gets to say goodbye to them, to my beautiful and unnamed cousin, only 30 and battling breast cancer. I am 17 years Marcela's senior and only nine years away from my 30th birthday bash; something tells me it's only going to get hairier from here. (Ironic...the Harry Potter ice cream cake my mother ordered me said "Harry 21st, Eliza!")
Anyway, enough with my freak-out session and on to a little Kodak action.
(Disclaimer: I am 100% sober in this picture. Cross my heart. I just have a goofy smile.)
Birthday dress: $70
Sparkly shoes: $40
Ridiculous birthday hat: $9
Three birthday cakes: A million calories
Clinging to your youth with ring pops and a Harry Potter ice cream cake: Priceless
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