So today i was looking in the archives of this blog, and it hit me how cool it was to see some of my earlier post. Not because they were meaningful blog posts, but because they were memories in some weird way. Sure most of them were stupid, some of them were good, and some were just embarrasing,…
Today is my 22nd birthday, and I am happy. I’m happy because it is my birthday of course, but I am also happy in general. Things are set in motion, and things are going to happen at some point. They are still a bit far off in the future, and I am still going to have to work to make sure that they are going to happen, but I am also very confident that it is something I can do.
This is all very vague, but hopefully it means that at some point in my 22nd year I will have gone to America to stay. I can’t say exactly when or for how long, but right now what I’m doing on a day-to-day basis is working towards that. It’s scary to know that I’m actively working to make it happen, and every day that passes is a day that makes it more and more realistic. At the same time it is also very exciting and motivating, because it forces me to do some groundwork from home in order to make my impending trip the greatest trip possible.
I feel like a happy person on the internet might not be too popular, but things are too good and exciting right now, not to write it down. At least just as a reminder to myself that what I’m doing is right.
Today, however, is going to be spent in good company with family and cheesecake. The way a birthday should be.