Twenty for a Moment

So this is the last time I will write anything as a 20 year-old. Officially I'm already 21 but I won't actually turn 21 until around lunch, so that's the story I'm going with.

I'm an adult. That really isn't cool (but maybe it is). I remember being in high school and thinking, when I'm 21, that's when I'll really be an adult. I don't feel like an adult any more than I did a year ago. I don't feel like much has changed at all, actually. I guess this is how time sneaks up on you. It's really weird because you hear adults talk about time like it's all sneaky a lot, but now I'm actually starting to understand why. Getting older is generally something that we look forward to, to a point, and then we despise it for the rest of our lives. I don't hate getting older, and I hope that I never do, but it is officially no longer "cool" to get any older. Next year the 18-year-olds will seem like kids...KIDS. Oh well...

In closing I'd just like to say that I've got 21 down and many more that I plan to go through before I'm done here. There isn't a second that I'm not thankful to God for having lived and I know there are some great adventures in store for me yet. With any luck these adventures will entail horseback riding, a mace and a diabolical plot to destroy the world (that I will thwart).

Here's to you, my friends!