I was lucky
enough to get to celebrate my birthday here in Cape Town. Historically, I’m not a big fan of my
birthday in particular, but it was hard not to get swept up in the enthusiasm
of others about it. That day was one of
the first that I really had a craving for home again. My mother wrote on my Facebook that it would
be weird to not be celebrating my birthday this year, me being in college in
state they can usually at least make the trek up to Storrs to go out to
dinner. I was also turning 21, which in
the United States for some, is a cause worthy of throwing a parade. To be here for it certainly muted the
celebration, but that was a bit of a blessing in disguise, as less is always
more when it comes to turning 21. I
appreciated the sense of home my co-educators gave me on that day, a day when I
could have been really missing the comforts of home, my friends here made me
feel like I had never left, being their warm selves and going out to
dinner. Birthdays are usually days for
reflection, and my birthday here in Cape Town made me appreciate the best of
what I have both here and at home.
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