If you know me then you know I LIVE for birthdays, I mean it in the sense that I absolutely love birthdays and all that they stand for. I love to wake up to texts from friends, the birthday banner my mom and dad would put up before they left for work, the morning announcements that listed off the birthdays of the day, and of course time with my family and friends.
This year however things were different- I went to college. I was afraid that when my birthday rolled around I would be a big ball of depression in Albany because everyone that knew it was my birthday was in MA. I was worried I would become wicked home sick and just want to be with my parents as I had been for the past 18 years on January 19th. When you think about it this makes perfect sense- no one wants to feel alone on their birthday.
You may think this story is taking a turn for the worse with the big ball of birthday depression about to typed out but have no fear!! My birthday was actually AMAZING. In one of my last posts I talked about my amazing roommate and let me tell you she pulled off an amazing birthday as did the rest of my friends. I will focus on the dinner part of the day as telling you how Maggie decorated our room would also lead to me possibly telling you that we broke some housing codes (if you are from Residence Life notice how I used the word possibly– I didn’t admit to anything…). So anyways we went out to dinner in a giant group of 16 girls to a fancy and cute resturant called The Point. Over some amazing food we all enjoyed each other’s company and laughed when I opened Maggie’s present- a Chinese waving cat (see picture). After dinner a group of us ate the brownies my mom had delivered to the dorm along with balloons earlier that day and sang Happy Birthday obnoxiously through my friend Emily’s dorm house.
As the night came to a close I realized that I didn’t need to be home to feel loved or special on my birthday- I was with a new group of people who made me equally as happy as I would have been if I was home. Although my parents weren’t with me on my birthday I still felt like I was with family.
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