The Best Week In Two Years

Undoubtedly.

Didn't do everything I wanted, in fact I've left quite alot unfinished. Didn't achieve everything I wanted, and I lost alot that I felt was kinda precious to me. (For as sentimentally attached to things that I can get) Didn't get to meet all the friends I wanted to, didn't get to spend as much time as I wanted to with the people I loved. Didn't exactly have the perfect birthday, didn't get as many presents as I would've liked and on top of that I might've spent close to a month's pay over these 9 days.

I have laughed, cried, sang, danced, swore, fought and gone through a dozen other emotionally charged actions all week. Mundanity is barely comprehensible now after all that I've been through. 2 more months of the banality I have yet to endure, but if this is what's waiting on the other side for the rest of my life then I can survive these last 2 months til the new beginning.

It has nothing to do with what I did, or didn't do. It was simply being able to choose and be in control (as much as I can) of my life for a week that made the difference. And it makes you all the more appreciative of what you did do, and what you have. The fact that it is yours, attained my your actions and your choices, allows you to be proud of everything that transpired, and look back upon the time fondly. Not with sentimentality and nostalgia, but with contentment and peace, knowing that the feeling there is yours to be grasped anytime you want it.

Happy Birthday

to Andrew Mcmahon again!

I am 20 now and must hence behave like an adult, and no longer a teenager.