Birthdays

Yesterday, I turned the grand old age of 22.  This is not cool.  


I loved being 21; I had the year of my life.  To kick start it, I spent a long weekend in Lille and Brussels, following my favourite band through two countries with one of my oldest friends.  We've both been huge Muse for such a long time; they were the first live gig we ever went to see, and that was at a meagre £16 back in the day.  At the age of 21, I must have spent in excess of £400 on going to see them perform: twice in Europe, once in the old Millennium Dome a couple of weeks after my Birthday, and then once more in Wembley a few weeks back.  Not a penny was wasted either.

21 was was so much fun for so many more reasons though - I really got to grips with university life, and really fell in love with it.  Following a fairly lonely first year in university after a long, arduous and rather messy break-up, my second year was so much fun.  Having turned 21, I found myself gaining friends, and thus gaining confidence, and really enjoying, not only my education, but the environment in which I was living.  I found a great house, and some wonderful house-mates, with whom I am so happy to still be living.  I have found a wonderful new home here.  I suppose 22 is just an age; just a number in fact.  I am still the same person I was on the 29th.  Alas, it is the idea of getting older that is so haunting.

With that said, 21 had two excellent bookends, as a Eurotrip started it brilliantly, it ended with an amazing house party.  An outdoor fire-place is definitely the way forward, and even with the cold October weather, the back yard was a pleasant place to sit.  The company was wonderful, and it truly epitomised the year that had just past.  On one level, I may be worried that the near future won't live up to that which has just gone by, but at the same time, I don't think it needs to.  I'll always have these memories, and I'm really looking forward to having a different year this year.

It's important with whatever comes to pass now, I really make the most of it.  Your're only as old as you feel, and to be honest, at my age(!), I can't complain, and pah! - Even if I am 22, I still get ID'd at the bar.