farewell teenage years

                                        

As of the twelfth of June at 11:47pm, I was no longer a teenager. Someone asked me if I felt any different, if I felt older.. The truth is, I think I feel exactly the same as any other twenty year old - young, but perhaps that tiny bit more mature. I am the baby of uni, and the (second) baby out of my close friends from home. When everyone turned eighteen and I was still lagging behind, I definitely was jealous, and cursed my parents for conceiving me ‘at the wrong time of year’ (gross). Yet, after that milestone age, I can’t help but be grateful that I’m just that bit younger than all my friends. At the age of fourteen/fifteen, me and a close friend (a July baby), would fight back at all the snidey, baby-calling remarks by stating, “well actually it’s your loss, because you’re going to die a few months before us." Oh how naive and melancholy, and even more so, how embarrassing that it was only five/six years ago! That seems like a lifetime ago now…

Everyone knows I make a big deal out of birthdays, whether it’s mine or a close friends. This year was definitely no exception. Seeing as I’m spending my twenty-first birthday away from home, family, friends and my boyfriend in Russia, I decided to make this year special by having a birthday week. So over the top, and so my kind of thing.. With a music festival held at my University (blog to follow), a visit from my boyfriend and 4 best friends, Queen, Will & Kate coming to Nottingham, an amazing meal and birthday brownie at Jamie Oliver’s Italian, and an uncountable number of cocktails, I had one of the best weeks I have had during the two years of my time at University. I love my friends, both at home and in Nottingham, as well as my boyfriend, for making this birthday one to remember.

However, there is no way that my twenty-first will not be as eventful and memorable as my twentieth. Whether I’m alone in some dirty Russian bar, drinking vodka that has been topped up with white spirit (yes, that’s really an issue), or even doing the same but with new and old friends, Russia won’t know what’s hit it. Good riddance to my amazing teenage years, I can’t wait for what my twenty’s will bring.