It's official...I'm finally eighteen! It feels like I've waited so long to be the same age as my closet friends (and Ben) and to actually be considered a legal adult. Landing on a Sunday this year, my birthday was on the 24th of November. I spent my day surrounded by my favourite people, opening presents, playing card games and eating my all-time favourite meals. It was a lovely day and I'm super grateful to have so many amazing people in my life that made it so special. But, after the excitement was over I found (like most years) a new age didn't really make much of a difference to how I felt.
We decided to go out the night before my birthday hit, so as the clock struck midnight I'd be an official (legal) adult. But, I found that the novelty wore off pretty quickly when I witnessed the horrors of Courtenay Place on a Saturday night. I had been so excited to experience this foreign thing that was so often discussed within my friend circle. But, I didn't even make it to the door of the first club before giving up and deciding it just wasn't for me. It was also a case of eating some crazy fried chicken and then being stuck in a sweaty, overcrowded line of drunk teenagers that did it. Ben and I walked home, feeling a little defeated and not very 'eighteen' at all.
I've now been eighteen for just over a week and I can honestly say it feels just like seventeen. I haven't even taken my ID out for a night yet, and I really don't have any desire to. I guess those 'right of passage' things just aren't for everyone and maybe I'll always prefer the tamer things in life. I did feel a little disappointed when I woke on the morning of my birthday. It was as if I'd failed at being a true teenager and I simply couldn't understand why I disliked it so much. Maybe it was the copious amounts of vomit all over the pavement or the testosterone-filled groups of sweaty boys that put me off. Or are we meant to enjoy that at eighteen??
Hopefully, I'm not the only one that feels this way, but I think I've finally accepted that I don't have to enjoy clubbing or gross bars to be eighteen. There are plenty of things that I do in my day to day life that bring me so much more joy than those experiences ever could. For me, eighteen is going to be an age of independence and growing up. I'm super excited to tell you all (very soon) about my plan for next year and how I plan to grow my business and this blog in the future. With every new age and new year that goes by I learn so much more, especially about myself, and this year has been no exception. So, happy birthday to me! :))
Bella 🌼
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