Birthday has come and gone. The world didn’t change colour; the sky didn’t fall over my head. The change from child to adult, from guardian-dependent to free being, seems so inconsequential now that it’s passed. For so long it’s been this thing on the horizon, this border to cross; so many plans with friends these past few months made impossible because I didn’t have the right age on my ID. Countless forms with the derogatory ‘under-18s must have the signature of a parent/guardian’, that tiny stab to your self-worth. But: that border now seems absurd. On the other side of it, it seems trivial… and of course, every day someone becomes ‘legal’. Becomes their own human being to sign forms as they will, or to enter pubs as they will, or to drink legally (excepting americans, of course, haha!)…

Hmm.

But it’s damn nice to finally be 18, at least! Hurrah for me! Just in time to go abroad, and I have my little tickets organised, and the two passports, and a lovely BLUE samsonite luggage to put a year’s worth of possessions in. For months, it’s been ‘birthday first, then move’. The birthday on the horizon was like a crutch, a defense against that inevitable plane trip, I don’t think it’s really registered in some deep basic part of the consciousness yet. Do you know the feeling? Intellectually, you understand, but otherwise… ah and now the birthday has come and gone and there’s nothing between anymore. Nothing but five more days. Am more excited than I can say! Don’t you envy me? You should. I’m going to go have adventures..!

This post was deigned to fit best into the category "Musing" and went live on the 11th January, 2010 at 9:46 pm