Eat. Pray. Love.
Birthdays. Aren't they weird? The day I turned a year older, I embraced it with my wide open arms and held it so close. It didn't make me feel any different, as they say age is just a number after all! I loved my day, yes I call it my day. I loved the sunset, the loved the weather, I welcomed spring. I believe the day was just for me. I know I'm self obsessed if you are thinking the same. I loved even the getting older part that day, as I bossed around my friends. But then, a day later it hit me. I am older, I am getting older and getting nowhere close to what I really want to do with my life. What if I don't even know what I'm supposed to do this year? The rest was history! A stream of thoughts and 'what ifs' had clouded and my mind and I was homesick. I didn't know what I was working so hard for, why I was away from my parents, I envied my friends who basking in the comforts of their home. I wanted to leave everything, and run away....