I turn 20 tomorrow.

I remember in second grade we had some kind of assignment where we had to think about something happening in the future... but it was something that would happen in 5th grade. It seemed so impossibly far away. I remember being so anxious to get to that point- to be 10 years old, upstairs, and in a skirt and vest instead of a jumper. I couldn't wait to be one of the "big kids." It's a moment I remember very vividly, and I've been thinking about it every time I've thought about my 20th birthday coming up. It was once insane for me to picture myself turning 10. Now I will be double that.

Now I have to worry about my future and working. I have to worry about graduation and grad school. I'm not afraid of growing up... that's not it. I am excited for the future... I just can't believe how quickly everything is happening. I guess I'm just a little dumbfounded.

I can't decide how exactly I feel about my birthday this year. Sometimes I'm really excited, but others I don't even mention it. I know it's pretty low-key. I'm not upset by that. Next year is going to be beyond awesome (sometimes it's good to be the youngest in a group of friends). I'm sure tomorrow will be just fine too. I don't know. I guess I'm not even sure if I'm all that excited for it. I guess I'm excited for the fact that it's only getting better. This last year has been the best year of my life so far, and I can only think of better things to come.

Speaking of both past (2nd-5th grade talk) and future... I think I'm going back to my original life plan, assuming I can afford the first part... Law school anyone?