I’m Feeling 22

It’s my birthday! To be more exact, it’s my first birthday not celebrated at home with my family. For as long as I can remember we’ve always had a big family dinner for my birthday with whatever random meal I wanted. One year I could want something as fancy as filet steaks and lobster and the next it could be as simple as mac and cheese with ham (much to my family’s dismay) but my Mom always came though. Needless to say I was a bit disappointed this wouldn’t be happening this year but I came up with second best.

With the gorgeous weather lately all I wanted was to spend the day outdoors and with as little disruptions and real world problems as humanly possible, this meant hiking. Not just hiking but hiking in the English countryside, so we set out early for our three hour drive outside of London to our destination. After crazy winding roads and far too narrow ones for my liking we finally found our hideaway in the countryside.

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It wasn’t a big or glamorous birthday but it was exactly what I needed, spending time with Rich and Kendall breaking a sweat in the summer sun and enjoying a delicious lunch with pints and a sundae the size of my head.

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While it wasn’t actually the same and at the end of the day I did still miss my family back home and it was a weird feeling knowing I wouldn’t have that nice family dinner. It was especially upsetting because I’m dying for some of my Mom’s home cooking and all around spoiling me. Despite the small glimpse of homesickness, I would say my birthday went off without a hitch and I’d do it all again next year.

About the author
Staci West is an obsessive compulsive traveller who is currently dealing with a chronic case of coffee addicition. Symptoms include blackouts from online shopping sessions, a ferocious passion for everything colourful and energy levels that exceed a normal human capacity. On the advice of her carer and companion, Kendall her yellow labrador, she created L&L, a down to Earth lifestyle blog, as a distraction for her pathological need for shoes.

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