To be 22.

When you're surrounded by a whole bunch of friends, some old and a lot more who are sparkly new, when your face is smashed into yummy chocolate mousse cake, when you're overwhelmed by the number of people who remember, when you feel the tingling of a new beginning, when you bust your back cleaning the next day with a smile on your face, when you open out your gifts and figure you would have bought them yourself, when you get to work sleep deprived, dreaming of the bed you left behind at home... 22 seems like it can't get better. :)

Thanks everyone, for the wishes, and for just being there.