Yesterday seems like the beginning of the end. I have nothing to look forward to, but getting older. 16 was a milestone, as was 18 and especially 21. My 21st birthday was terrible though and I will never get it back. While yesterday ended up being a pretty alright night, I realized that this was not a significant birthday and I will never have a "happy milestone" birthday again. They will all simply be another year older. Some might argue 25, 30, or 40 or 50. However, those just do not seem the same. There are no new privileges that come with those birthdays. The thing that really sucks is that with 18 and even 21, I didn't get freedom. I have spent my entire college career at home. University is near my house, so it makes sense. Maybe I will go to law school out of state, but without any help from my dad, I doubt my mother will be willing or able to spend the money. I just hope better days are ahead than are behind.