21...

I'm home for the summer and finally all the way unpacked. I have way too much stuff and am in the process of getting rid of it.

I had an amazing birthday, thanks to my sweet roommates. I got earrings, a hot cocoa-maker with a froth button and dispenser, lasagna, cake, and a toy gun with plastic bullets. And little plastic targets shaped like people. And I got to ride on my friend Mark's motorcycle. Which equaled unequaled FUN! I also got to see some of my favorite people in the world, and that made life wonderful!

But....I still don't feel any different than when I was 20, or 19, or 18, or 17....but I know I am. I'm stronger, braver, maybe a little smarter. I think I'm nicer than I used to be and I'm trying to be a better example everyday. Also, I guess I feel a little weepier than usual. This last week has been one of the hardest ever in my life. I gave up on my poli sci final when I still had about 21 minutes left. I said goodbye to someone I didn't want to see go, and I said hello to someone that I shouldn't have seen for another 21 months.  And I got about 21 dollars when I sold 90 dollars worth of books back. I cried for what felt like 21 days. So far, 21 hasn't been such a great number.

But I believe it'll be a great number one of these days. 

I just have to be patient.