the little girl grows up

I allowed myself to open one card earlier, just to quell my curiosity. I think I am doing excellently, bearing in mind that my first parcel arrived over a week ago and it still sits in my room, unopened.

I feel kind of strange; tomorrow I wake up a fully-fledged adult yet in my eyes, I still see myself as a teenager who never really grows up. It’s the same way I look at my friends, yes we look a little older but we are all really still the same underneath. Maybe that’s what all the older people keep saying, even though they look older, they feel the same as when they were in their teens.

I am such a sentimentalist. I can’t help but take a little trip down memory lane, and I really don’t have any regrets. I think that’s my biggest accomplishment. I did everything I set out to do, I wanted to move away from London to study in another part of the country; I wanted to study abroad and now I am in Japan, which was something I worked really hard to fulfil. And I consider myself rich, though you wouldn’t think so by looking at my bank balance. I have wonderful friends and a caring family, and best of all, I also had Terry, who mended me well again. I owe a lot to him. I could lose my wardrobe, all my earrings and shoes, but if I have all the people I love in my life then I’d still be happy. I’d be more than happy actually, which is why I consider myself very lucky. The girl’s done good.