I turned 21 today. So, l guess that makes me more of an adult than a big kid, huh?
I don’t feel like an adult and l don’t really think l want to be an adult even though l’ve had the adult responsibilities for quite a few years now. I have been able to get myself to go to school full-time, l have a full-time job, l stay out of trouble, and (my personal favorite) l have bills. I’m cheap; l’ll admit that. But when you’re paying for school out of your own pocket and have other bills to pay, it helps to be extremely careful with money.
So, l am an adult. Mentally, however, is a different story.
For my birthday l got Disney puzzles, Disney movies, Ninja Turtle episodes and a video game, and the two Hobbit movies and the Lego Hobbit video game. I also got a pretty bag from Thirty-One for work and also a book on Forensics for research for Detective Florence. Yes, l am officially an adult.
21 is one of those “milestone” birthdays. I can officially drink now that l’m an adult. Of course, that doesn’t really excite me.
A lot of people asked what l was doing today (mainly asking what l was going to get for my first drink) and l told them all the same thing: nothing.
I stayed home all day today and got a lot of editing done on Detective Florence. It was great. School starts on Wednesday so l know l’m not going to have a lot of time to write and/or edit. So today and tomorrow needs to be spent getting as much done as l can.
Most people have a big birthday bash for their 21st, but l prefer low key. My mom’s side of the family came over to celebrate yesterday. My parents, sister, and l are going out to dinner Thursday night.
It was a good day. Needless to say, I’m more than happy.
