Another year older and supposedly wiser, I crawl steadily closer towards my death...
Well, actually, despite the doom and gloom I thought I'd be experiencing on this special day of days, I'm in quite a chipper mood. So I'm 21, today: whoop-de-doo!
Besides, I'm experiencing only one of the first few "milestone" birthdays in extraordinary circumstances: I'm living abroad, I'm in a relationship, and I'm surrounded by new friends, all of which adds up to a happy Sanya. Of course, I miss all of my best people from London and Brighton (too many to mention), but even they have made sure I know I'm not forgotten, back home. Who knows, by the time I reach thirty, I'll have had even more wonderful experiences to weave into my rich tapestry. And, at the risk of sounding like a schmultzy Christmas film moral, isn't that what life and growing older is all about?
So, as I wave goodbye to the last vestiges of youth, I will shed no tears, and I shall not have any regrets. In fact, I say "Bring it on, life! I'm only 21!"