I'm over a week past my birthday, I've passed the 25 years old milestone. I don't know exactly what I expected. It was... underwhelming and a bit lonely. That's not to say it was bad or I hated it. I was just alone for most of the day, missing my friends and family, feeling homesick. S was away at a lecture and the hours were dragging by. But, he cheered me up when he came home brandishing a bouquet of roses.
First bouquet of flowers I've gotten from someone that wasn't my parents.
The rest of the evening passed by quietly and I was content. I just missed my family a lot but I didn't want to talk to them and get overwhelmed and cry, letting everyone know how much I'm struggling.
