When we were little kids we could not wait for our birthdays. I remember when I was little it was all about a new toy and going out to eat, after I got a little older it was about sleepovers and late night popcorn with friends.
Sooner or later it became sweet 16 birthday parties, then those awkward boyfriend-romantic dates where the poor guy is worried he won't meet her standards in birthday date etiquette.
Last year it was the 21st birthday, where I went the low key route with a small handful of friends and went to town. I think I experienced a buzz for about one hour tops from a chocolate martini. (It was delicious however...)
So as you can guess. Today was my birthday. I did not really do anything too crazy, other then Alan spoiling me rotten with a shopping spree. (Jeans and more jeans. I LOVE my new jeans!!!) I had a big dinner at my mom's house, which was nice. I really looked forward to it, typically these things turn out rather festive and light hearted. But today was a-not-so-good day for everyone it seemed in their own ways.
It's not their faults that my birthday landed on a poopy day for everyone, and I am not bitter. Its life, things happen.
Today I handed over my rent and told my landlord I was moving out by the end of December. It was so hard. He is by FAR the best landlord in the world. Understanding, nice, kind, and funny and his wife is just as sweat. After we talked for a bit, I went back outside and sat on the front porch for a bit.
I felt a little sad.
This is it, these are the last two months. :(
I don't know if I am going to like this, but I know its the right choice in the end.
So in about two hours it will no longer be Danielle's Birthday. Thank you to everyone who did a little extra to make it a little extra special. :)
