Turning 20 still doesn't seem any much different from being a year younger. I feel like the same old me, so does it mean that age really is just a number? My mom always tells me that everything speeds up after the 21st birthday. We'll see if that really happens this time next year.

So I had a reaaaaaally long day travelling and being surprised every step of the way. By the time the night ended and I finally bade farewell to my precious birthday-gloves (quoting Cheryl), I was dead beat. But I gathered all that energy left to reply everyone's messages on text, Whatsapp, Instagram and Facebook. Again thank you thank you thank you for every single message I received because all of that contained so much well-wishes and I appreciate all of them, from the bottom of my 20-year-old heart. 

It was a really precious day spent with almost all of my loved ones group by group :')