I woke up on July 17th, thankful to have been able to see my 18th birthday and to just wake up in general, for there are some in the world who can’t add those two things to their list of blessings. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement. I went to sleep with exuberant thoughts of what was to come and woke up with those same thoughts and energy. The whole week I was getting ready for this moment because at first I didn’t think of it as anything special but deep down I knew that I wanted it to be my type of special. I looked out the window and saw that the night before it had rained. I loved the rain so I took that as a sign that things will be great; I was wrong.
Before we get into the unfortunate tales of that day, let’s talk about how my week went. I had ordered clothes the week before my birthday but I wasn’t sure it would come in in time due to shipping being delayed by the pandemic. Therefore I took it upon myself to go out looking for clothes and I didn’t have any luck. From that moment I should’ve taken my “L” and gone about my week, but I persisted. I went back to the mall the second day. It was a sunny day at that and I like how the pink, blue and yellow colors of my Nike Vapormax’s matched the colors of my t-shirt—I thought that day would be better. Of course I didn’t find anything but I wasn’t upset because my package came in that same day so I was happy.
I tried out my clothes and put together an outfit I would wear on my birthday and take a picture in as I previously desired. But there was something missing. The outfit I put together was mainly white with some hues of pink and blue. Ah ha! It needed some cute sandals and a pair of sunglasses. But it was already my birthday week so I couldn’t risk ordering anything online for the fear that it won’t get to me on time. That meant that I had to go back out again and look for those things, but when? I had another aha moment lol. If I get my nails done early on Thursday, then I should be able to go back to the mall and look for those items. I patted myself on the back for being such a timely genius.
New York was initially in hot water because of the soaring amount of COVID-19 cases but with discipline and instructions the number went down. On July 15th, we entered another phase where nail salons, barbershops, hair salons, etc opened back up. I told this as another sign that things will go well on my birthday. Apparently I can’t read the universe well enough. Thursday had finally come and I woke up early to get to the nail salon. I did my nails and instantly fell in love with them. It had been 7 months since I last did them and I had been waiting for the day the cool acrylic will touch my nail bed again. Immediately after I did my nails I felt my confidence levels skyrocket. It’s really a beautiful feeling to feel, it’s like feeling on top of the world. It’s like flying through space and making sure every planet is doing well. Like nothing can stop you.
Anyway I got on the bus, admired how clean everything was and went to the mall, found my perfect white sunglasses and my beautiful sandals, and grabbed some Wendy’s on the way home. By the way, if you’re wondering what I got, the Biggie Bag tastes 1000% better when you feel accomplished. It’s like the Spicy Nuggets with the Creamy Sriracha sauce created a dream in my mouth. Like the scene out of Ratatouille where Remy tastes the food and starts seeing colors.
I actually did my hair that night and I was proud because it was my first time trying a style out on myself. But anyway back to the morning of July 17th. I woke up and got ready while feeling happy considering the fact that I finally got everything together. For the sake of my privacy, let’s just say that that day didn’t go well at all. I had basically gotten ready for no reason. I went back to my room and slipped into my pjs. The only thing my mind could focus on was not crying. I kept looking at my name on the wall which was painted in black and pink. The pink was to make it pop but I could only feel the black at the moment…