Today is my birthday. Wow. I remember being 11 years old and thinking to myself, “I’ll have it all figured out when I’m sixteen.” I’m one year from 20, and so much less grown up than I thought I would be. I used to look at people that were 19 and regard them as being so old. Well, I feel like a baby in some ways. I kind of wish I was turning 20. Whenever I say that to an older person they instantly respond, “Don’t wish your youth away!” Haha. OK OK. I won’t.

I just wonder when you reach the point when you want people to think you’re younger than you really are. It is still a compliment to me when people think I’m 21 or 22. Maybe it happens when you’re 30. All of the sudden, when someone says, “Oh you seem so much older,” it becomes an insult. Haha. I don’t know. I wonder when I’ll act grown up. I mean, I still squeal and jump up and down when I’m excited. My mom doesn’t do that. No a dult I know does that. Interesting.

For awhile there, I went through a stage, though, of not wanting to grow up. Actually that was this year. The thought of becoming an a dult was so frightening. But, now I’m really liking the idea. I’m moving out of my house to Canyonview in June. Another step towards independence. I would have to say I am definitely enjoying life more now than I ever have. But it’s in a different way. I don’t enjoy spying on the boys and playing grown ups so much. Maybe because I AM kind of grown up. Isn’t it interesting that all our lives we imagine what it will be like to be an a dult, and imagine what we’re going to do. And now it’s here.

Well, that was my insightful nostalgic post on getting older. And YES I feel very different. 19 sounds loads more mature than 18. Love you guys. Later.