birthday

I turned 20 today. I looked at my past blog from my last birthday. It has several goals on it. Well I have completed none of them.

I guess this past years my goals have changed alot. The small amount of money I was able to save went into buying this house. Dirt bags does have a website, but consists of only a template and a poll. I'm not really interested in website design anymore. I've concluded I don't have the attention span for coding, or the time or the energy to read books about different coding languages. I haven't gotten a library card yet because I'm now not sure where my local library is since we moved. I still don't have my drivers license, but I did take my driving test and failed.

Today is my birthday, August 29th. I've been alive for thirteen years as of six thirty AM this morning. I've been a writer for nearly five years. I've been a pagan for three. I've been a feminist for three. I've been a voice for three.

This is the anniversary of so much of who I am. Last year, I spent this day with Nan and my mother before I went to celebrate. Last year, I saw Melissa, my aunt now, for the second time. Last year, I got my first cell phone. (And broke it shortly thereafter). Last year on this day, I was joyful.

Two years ago on this day I would never have expected the move to be real. I was happy, I was having fun, I was probably partying. Daddy wasn't sick two years ago. It's my first birthday without him.