Birthday

And this is where this era ends.

With one last party.

The six of us, Charlotte, Shanna, Romain, Marie, Hugo and I, celebrating our birthday on the same date to send off these beautiful years.

We’re adults now. At the end of the week, we’re vacating the Air Complex.

This has been wonderful.

This has ended; that way something else can begin.

My parents and grandma joined the party in Willow Creek, to my greatest joy. Surrounded by so many people that I love so much. Is there any better way to grow older? I mean wiser?

Celebrating all at once means way too much confetti. Or is there really ever too much confetti?

And then, the six of us talk until dawn. About everything. Stupid jokes, salacious topics, and then much more serious, deep subjects. Things we wouldn’t have discussed or thought about when we first moved in together.

The Rascals and I. We grew up together, in every way possible.