It’s recently come to my attention that I’ve been massively slacking on my blog posts. It’s also come to my attention that in less than one month I’ll no longer be a teenager. That’s right, on August 4 I will finally turn the big 2-0. That’s in about twenty-three days. But who’s counting?
As most of you already know, I started working at my first job when I was fourteen, graduated high school at seventeen and moved into my own apartment when I was eighteen (just after I got my first “big girl” job as a CNA at the hospital). If that doesn’t scream adult, I don’t know what does.
But even so, I feel like I’m not an adult. I’ll always be a kid at heart, but I’ve suddenly realized even though I have the excuse that I’m still a teenager for the next twenty-three days, what will be my excuse twenty-four days from now? Do I really have to admit that I’m a – GASP – grown-up?
I guess there’s a bright side to all of this: in three-hundred-eighty-eight days I will legally be able to drink alcohol.