22 years old.
On the move.
I missed the transformative sunrise.
I did not create anything new.
I did not, in fact, even try to find a way to celebrate.
Do you know why?
At 22 years, one should feel free from expectations like that.
If I want to create a ritual, well, I may.
But if I want to sleep on a mattress in the middle of someone else's floor,
and wake up at eight am to do laundry
to pack a bag full of clothes ruined by camp
so I can catch a day-long train to Ohio to visit some friends, well, I'll do it.
Suppose that were my birthday ritual?
That'd be weird.
:)
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