Bday away from home

Two weeks ago i turned 22. This may seem like a happy occassion for some, but i can't say i was very thrilled. This has nothing to do with the fact that i am getting older because i still have all my life in front of me. No, this is about not being home. I never felt home sick, but it was a very weird birthday... I did spend it with wonderful people that made my day...but somewhere deep down i felt the need to be with my childhood friends and family, the people who know me by heart and have seen me and been there for me in my worst moments. As i think about it more and more, i realise that i am 22 and i need to grow up, in accordance to my age. I need to stop complaining and just move on. I need to be grateful that i had by my side great people that stayed with me on the 4th to have a drink at midnight on the 5th and celebrate, bought me macaroons, cupcakes, and sang happy bday:) As you get older, you begin to distance yourself from superficial things and you don't even care that much about birthdays and celebrations. One of my promises for life is that i will never stop being excited about my birthday and even if i am away, miles and miles away i will try to make the most of it every year!!!