I’m now 21. *screams internally*
Turning 21 isn’t really a milestone when you think about it. In England it’s legal to drink from 18, have sex from 16 and drive from 17 , and turning 20 is your first birthday as an adult I suppose.
But for some reason turning 21 has overthrown me with a sudden rush to grow up while also battling not to rush growing up. I think it’s partly due to the fact that now summer has ended I haven’t really got anything to look forward to until I go away next year, and I don’t cope well in the cold for winter and autumn. (I’m small haha)
My 21st birthday ended in style with the drunkest night of my life, and the least classy birthday girl ever, but that’s how it should be done right? I’m 21 feeling like I’m now 30 and basically carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders for no apparent reason.
You could say I’m having a mid-life crisis, I don’t see where my life is going but I’m hoping onwards and upwards. As previously described, being in your twenties is that era in your life where you don’t really know what is going on and I am not comfortable with the uncertainty.
All I know is these next few years, will be the best and most memorable and I cannot wait to see what gets thrown my way.
Lots of love, from a 21-year-old having a mid-life crisis,