Being 18 seems to be a pretty big deal. For many, it signals the end of youth and the beginning of adulthood, whilst for others it simply marks the beginning of a lifetime of legal drinking.
Although being able to thrust ID confidently in the direction of a bouncer, knowing that the date spells out your legal right to drink is really quite satisfying, for me the best thing about being 18 is the change that it will inevitably bring. I will be 18 when I embark on my solo adventure in Italy. I will be 18 when I meet people who, I’m sure, will change my life forever. I will be 18 when I experience new and exciting cultures, and I hope that in 20 years time I will look back and think, ’18, that was a good age’.
Of course, an 18th birthday brings something that whilst being slightly less enriching than a promise of a new life, is equally as satisfying: food, and lots of it. From birthday cake, adorned with hand-picked rose petals, to an antipasto platter boasting prosciutto, buffalo mozzarella and sunblushed tomatoes; the food kept coming.
So surrounded by family and friends, and armed with a new and already much-loved camera, my 18th birthday was good. Now, however, it’s time to put the celebrations behind me for a moment whilst I catch up on revision, well, after one last chocolate brownie…
To The Table 