Happy birthday to me!
February 24th.
2/24/1994
Let's just say I've written that date many times in my entire life.
But now I have 21 years, or as they say in Spanish, "Tengo veintiuno años." In the US, the number of this birthday is super significant, obviously. It's kinda even more significant of a milestone than your 18th. Even though you're officially an adult at 18, it's not complete adulthood. At least I don't think so, and here's why.
Adulthood is when a person can say, "Okay, for years my parents have been responsible for me, but now, now that I'm an adult, I'm solely responsible for me."
It's all about choices.
That includes everything, especially alcohol. The 18th birthday is kinda like, okay, we see you being an adult and all, wanting to make your own choices and vote and stuff, but you still can't drink something as basic as a beer.
Which, okay, what weight are we putting on voting whenever it has precedence over alcohol?
Like, the fate of the country is pretty important, so you can't have a say in the matter until you're 18 (and an "adult"). But now alcohol, whoa there, better wait till you have 21 years of experience before you can choose wisely on your own for that one.
Okay, rant over. I'm not advocating for a lower drinking age necessarily. But I am saying that the idea of being an "adult" cannot be truly experienced until you're able to walk into a bar and choose whether or not to have water or whiskey.
Until you're able to make all of your own choices.
But anyways. Other things.
I have a great group of friends here who decided to organize a night out to celebrate my birthday. Yeah, of course we went to a bar but it was totally awesome (and expensive). Why?
Cuz it was on top of a four-story building overlooking the cathedral at night. So cool.
And just being able to hang out with all of my friends here is so fun. It's interesting how we all come from very different locations in the world, but we have a great time doing the same things. I love it.
I'm totally blessed.
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