21 years gone by

Last week I turned 21.

I was overcome by the amount of love and affection that came my way.

My day was filled with birthday messages put together by my mother, gifts from my room mates, self-pampering, and a selection of goodies from my boyfriend, including my first proffessional chef knife.

I spent the evening surrounded by friends, food and wine, and my cousins who showed up at the restaurant with a giant bouquet and a bottle of champagne from my mother.

At this age it's good to know I have people who love me for who I am and the woman I'm growing into.

Over the weekend my boyfriend and I took the train to Montreal, and spent three days walking, laughing, shopping and eating at our own pace.

On the train back I studied for my English midterm, arrived home after midnight, and got back into the pace of my life early the next morning for school and work.

Life is busy and I'm fighting to keep up, but meanwhile I'm still enjoying the celebrations and pleasures in between.