The big TWO-OH

This past Monday (Jan. 3rd) was my twentieth birthday.

Huh.

I remember when turning 10 was a big deal -- double digits at last! I guess this one was a big deal too, but only when I really stop and think about it.

In some ways it's cool: a teenager no more! I'm one step closer to facing down the world as an "adult!"

"Adult" is a relative term. (xkcd.com)

In some ways, it's not so cool: a teenager no more. I really enjoyed those years, and I'm not so sure I'm ready to let them go.

But who says I have to? Coming back home from the college bubble is interesting. I've had all these life experiences and I'm growing into myself even more every day, but when I get back home everything seems the same as it was when I left. I kind of like that feeling; like I'm moving on but my hometown is staying the same. It's the anchor I'll always have to come home to.

My dad likes to say that I'm in limbo between being a teenager and a real "adult" at 21. I guess that's true, though I don't feel any different at 20 than I did at 19 or even 18. I know who I am and I'm confident in myself, and that won't change no matter how old I get.

Or, as my middle-aged Polish doctor put it, "You are twenty, single, and gorgeous. Life is good!"

It is indeed. =)