My Twenty-first Birthday

Is it too late to talk about something that happened a few weeks ago, but I’m just now getting around to talking about because I’ve been busy working on other things (like opening an Etsy shop and completely rebranding this blog)?

Gosh, I hope not.

On June 17, 2020, in the midst of a pandemic and civil rights movement, I turned twenty-one. From what I’ve learned, turning twenty-one in America is a big deal. With the exception of renting a car, all restrictions are gone. I can now legally purchase alcohol, get a driver’s license that pretty much says I’m an actual adult, and it’s pretty much when one actually begins the journey of adulthood, in my opinion.

When I turned eighteen, it was nice to be able to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets and vote, but I still didn’t feel like an adult; teenager is still apart of the word “eighteen.”

When I woke up the morning of my twenty-first birthday, I felt special and different, like my life was just beginning. It literally felt like the start of a new chapter, no, a new book.

As for the celebration and actual day, it was insanely chill, which is exactly what I needed. I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles to renew my driver’s license before wasting most of the day. Then, I helped my immediate family with moving and finished my day eating homemade pizza, catching up with a close friend in front of the house, and watching an episode of Summertime (a great Italian show on Netflix; highly recommend watching).

Still, I decided to do a short vlog for the day to document how it went and some of the sweet messages people sent me, including one from Kia.

Be you. Be true. Make smart decisions.

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