So my house had like twenty strands of hair
So my "ash's 18th" sign was illegible from the lift
So the food wasn't catered-standard in terms of presentation
So there were no games or activities...
I learnt that all that was superficial
Who cared about stuff like that?
I read somewhere once, that HOME is not a place - it's a time.
You can only feel truly at home with the people you love around you.
Home isn't home if you're alone in a house. That's just solitude.
In the same way, a party isn't a place - it's a time.
A time when I'm blessed to celebrate my 18th with the darlings that have seen me through my two years in college. The very same people who were at some periods the only reason that drew me towards the college. And these are the people I'm going to remember for a long time to come. ( to those who say 2 years is too short a time to make true friends - i say bull.)
The party could have been held at a lavish bungalow, complete with a pool and backyard
The party food could have been an on-site barbecue with on-site chefs
The decorations could have been absolutely stunning
Music blasted from surrounding top of the line speakers
But it wouldn't have been half as successful as the celebration on Saturday, 091010
If my friends weren't present.
Ask me what I want for my birthday
I want to blessed with sincere, loving friends.
Their presence is more than any present I could possibly receive.
