“I got engaged to your dad when I was 22, you know.”
Ok ma. Way to go. Yay. I feel “better” already.
Anyway, today, on this fateful Wednesday, is the day I turn 22. I KNOW, RIGHT? Where has the time past? I thought I took my SPM result last week and got into university yesterday. How the hell has it been 4 years since I left school? I’m going berserk just thinking about how time flies.
Talking about what I have achieved in my 22 years of living makes me want to sit at the corner of the room and cry because I honestly think I haven’t achieved my goals yet. Not that my goals are that hard to achieve but I was hoping that I could at least achieve something I can be proud of. Does having a self-hosted blog count as being successful or am I just making a big deal out of it? Soz.
Anyway, let’s talk about the highlight of Erin being 22:
— I still can’t drive for shit. How do I even start a car?
— Well my boyfriend is still in the UK and we are still doing long-distance relationship for another 6 months (can’t wait for it to end!) and he’s obviously not here to celebrate my birthday. Nothing new there.
— I’m doing semester 5 of Education degree. 3 more semesters and an internship to go before I bid goodbye to university. HALLELUJAH.
— I still suck at saving money.
— But more importantly, I am still alive and breathing and blessed!
MAY THE 23-YEAR-OLD ERIN IN THE FUTURE BE BETTER THAN THE 22-YEAR-OLD NOW, IN SHAA ALLAH.
“Happy birthday, dear self. I hope everything turns out great for you and hopefully it will be alright. I know one day it will.“