According to one of my closest friends Anna, turning 22 is the one birthday where you feel a year older. Unlike other birthdays where the day simply passes by with festivities without making you feel any different, being 22 affords a sense of respectability and adulthood that 21 does not receive. I listened to this explanation, another Anna-nism, with an open mind on the eve of my 22nd birthday. When the clock struck midnight, I cannot say that I felt any different. I did, however, have a phenomenal birthday weekend at home!
I am so grateful that I am a Labor Day weekend baby! I feel a little badly for my mom since she had planned to attend a fun barbecue the day I decided to kick a little too hard and break the water bag. Nevertheless, the perks of a missed Labor Day barbecue have been very helpful come every birthday. I am able to squeeze in different celebrations for different groups of people – family one day, friends from school another, friends from another part of my life, etc.
Originally, my birthday plan was to go to the Big Apple with some girlfriends for nights out on the town and a couple of Broadways tucked in. Seeing how expensive the hotels were deterred me pretty quickly. The next plan was to go to the South to visit a family member who lives in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Unfortunately, that did not pan out either. When I told my parents of my failed birthday plans, they snapped up a ticket on my go-to airline for flights from DC to LA, Virgin America, for me to fly home for my birthday weekend!
What a weekend it was! Between zipping all around town to see the sights, I was also able to spend quality time with my loved ones out there. Much as I love Washington, DC, Los Angeles has the people nearest and dearest to my heart – my family.