This past Wednesday I turned 19 years old. Being 19 doesn’t feel any different than being 18. I woke up, went to class, packed, and boarded a plane in order to come home.
Once I got home I was showered with gifts from my parents, family, and friends –much like in previous years. I rested for a few hours then went out to dinner with my family –like we have been doing ever since I became too old for “cake with friends” at home. Then I was pretty tired from the whole day so I went to bed. Like I said, nothing different.
There’s one down side to being 19. Now I am one year away from not being a teenager anymore. In one year I will be TWENTY years old. In twelve months I will be only 10 years away from THIRTY. How scary does that sound to you?!? I guess every birthday will be this scary from now on. I reckon after I turn 30 I start fearing my 40th birthday and so forth…
In two years though, “pre-gaming” before a party will no longer be necessary for the countdown to my 21st birthday is getting shorter! This is not really a problem but it will give me the freedom to drink in a public place and that’s always a plus!
Journal 12 - One away from 20
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