I am the baby of five kids, and birthdays were always a big deal. Always a big supper with the whole family, nieces and nephews, grandma......you know, the works. Not this year, this year I awoke in my empty apartment, with actual things that had to be done, no breakfast in bed, nothing. Surprisingly though I didn't feel bad about it. Sure, I wished that I had lunch plans with a dear friend, or that someone was going to surprise me with a cake, but I was good. It was the first time in my life I actually felt like a true adult.
When you have so many older siblings, it's no startling fact that you can feel coddled at times. This day was the first day of a new life (despite that my new life alone started months earlier).
I was blessed with good weather this day, which brought a smile to my face. I went and got all my residency things finalized which felt good to have off of my head. It was one day where I didn't sit with my eyes wide in wonderment of what I've done, as if to say to myself 'what have you gotten yourself into?'. I promise you that feeling has occurred and shall continue to occur as I adjust to my new life.
