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Twenty

 It doesn’t really hit you till it is a minute past midnight and people have started calling. You’ve never really looked at age in terms of numbers but more in terms of what you can and cannot do. Eighteen gave you a lot of freedom, nineteen gave you a chance to get used to that freedom and apparently twenty is supposed to make you use that freedom responsibly. It is not an abrupt change like going from seventeen to eighteen but a gradual one. It is going from staying up late to finish the last episode of the third season of YOU because of one Taylor Swift song that’s supposed to feature in the episode to staying up late to start your prep for that super important assignment. “How do you feel?” one of your favorite people asks, “you’re one step closer to death”. It’s a joke but it also makes you think. Not about death but about what else you’re getting closer to. A job in the field of your choice, an apartment of your own to decorate as you please, grocery shopping on your own, pushing your cart down the aisle, maybe picking up some of your parent’s favorite pancakes to drop off at their house and surprise them, going home and flopping down on your sofa, turning on your TV and watching a few episodes of your favorite sitcom. It is a simple dream but it’s yours. Well at least till you finally achieve it and it’s everything you thought it would be, then you can go find a new dream.

Your birthday’s fun, it really is. It’s not big and flashy but it is fun. You hang out with the people you actually like to hang out with, and it feels good. There are inside jokes and genuine good wishes along with lots and lots of chocolate, probably more than you could ever eat. And you’re twenty years old. You like long drives and listening to Taylor Swift albums, you like writing stories and scripts, you like oversharing and coffee, mostly both at the same time. You like complaining about Spotify ads even though you know you would never go for a premium account even if you could, you like playing guitar and writing songs people will probably never see, you like dressing like your favorite popstar and you also like putting on the first outfit you find in your cupboard and looking like you walked out of a 90s teen drama. You like hanging out with your friends and your family, you like watching shows that are so bad that they are good and sometimes, just sometimes you like writing blog posts for a blog that you often forget exists.   



For all my favorite people, you guys are the best

Comments

  1. NatacoFebruary 16, 2023 at 6:52 PM

    No, you're the best you wrinkled beech

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  2. RhyssooFebruary 16, 2023 at 7:00 PM

    Aeweeewe thankkkkyuuuuuuuu urrrrr breathhhtakinnnggagssgsggshshhs 😘😘😘

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  3. Ruth DiasFebruary 17, 2023 at 8:52 AM

    The 'You' reference hits hard.

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