First of all I would just like to say I am sorry for the fact I am really rubbish at posting and need to start a routine of writing blog posts otherwise it will just be the same old story of posting for a week and then forgetting and never getting into it. I really do love writing blog posts I'm just not very good at it.
Anyway, back to what I was planning on writing about today.
Last week was my 21st birthday. Most people would be celebrating being an adult with their friends and family. Instead I celebrated someone else's 21st and then went home and had cake with my mum and dad the weekend before. I spent my actual birthday working in London. It was my first birthday away from home and with no boyfriend or friends with me made it all the more difficult. I was surrounded by strangers who would say happy birthday with no meaning and then friends not even saying happy birthday themselves.
What made it strange was that I realised not many people in the world really truly care about others. Something you don't normally feel on your birthday. My boyfriend skyped me and all I could think was it didn't feel like my birthday because I wasn't celebrating it. Maybe its just getting older and it becomes less important, but to me its always felt like a special day when you celebrate your life with those that mean the most to you.
I was doing the opposite, I was alone in a massive city with no one other than my family, boyfriend and best friend saying happy birthday. It made me think that I am a really unlikable and horrible person. Particularly in this day and age where everyone wishes everyone else a happy birthday over facebook. Is it weird to be sad that only 5 people did that for me?
I really hope things get better become content with my special group of friends and I learn to enjoy my own company over the next month. My birthday showed me that I really need to make my own happiness a priority and not rely on others to make me feel happy.
If anyone has any advice about living in London it would be greatly appreciated.
