This week is going to be my last week of being 21. When I was younger I would be excited about my upcoming birthday by now. But that all changed after I got 19. The excitement was gone.
I then spent my 20th birthday first in an Ontario Northlander going from Huntsville to Toronto. All I had gotten myself was an international calling card (to call my mother) and a tuna sandwich. In Toronto, I had a burger and went to a trivia night with some friends, and I also failed to get a bed in a hostel. So I booked a trip toMontreal. I boarded the Greyhound (via Ottawa) shortly before midnight. (More)
And that was it. (Except for breaking the wristband of my $50 watch.)
For my 21st birthday, I was home with my family again. We had a small BBQ and that was it. A that changed with the big 21 was, that I would be legally entitled to drink in the United States. But I was 19 when I visited Niagara Falls (by crossing Rainbow Bridge) and 20 while being in New York City. So that didn’t really matter. Especially since I live in Germany, where the legal age is 18 (16 for beer).
This year is not going to be any different. I’m going to have a family BBQ, get to spend some time with my friends and that will be it.
Sometimes I wish birthdays would mean more to me. But they really don’t.
I’m always going to love my life and live it to the fullest, so why need a special day for it.
It’s also not about the aging. It’s just that I don’t care as much as when I was younger/ when I was under age.
When you are under age, every birthday brings you closer to drinking, driving (never combine that two though, as it will get you in trouble) and R-rated movies. And aging will also give you more legal responsibilities. So for real: Don’t drink and drive!
What do you think about birthdays? Tell me in the comments down below.
PS: My birthday is on August 27.