I turned 22 last week. First birthday with nothing really to look forward to. I’ve gotten my drivers license, I can vote, and I can get into a bar. Now what? Still, it was a pretty great birthday.I am now the proud owner of a Kindle!! Which is awesome, because I love to read, but wasn’t looking forward to lugging a bunch of books around with me everywhere I went.
We had a party this week, a goodbye/ happy birthday/ happy graduation party. I wanted to call it the slash party, but my mom thought people would get the wrong idea. But still, it was wonderful! So many people came, from far away too! Our family friends drove an hour and a half, and my cousin and uncle came from Chicago! I felt so loved and supported. It’s nice to know that I have all these people cheering me on, they’re all on my side in this. It’s like having home court advantage! (Not that I really know what that’s like, but I can imagine.)
It was weird though, because for about 3 weeks of being 22, I will be in the U.S., with my family and in normalness. The rest of it will be on the race.
I have spent most of my life in southwest Ohio. Not a complaint, everyone I love is here. Plus there’s some stuff to do, people to meet and culture to experience here. And, yes, I did spend a summer in france, but seriously. 22 years. In one stinkin’ place. And I’m about to go to 11 in ONE? Who am I?
