As I'm writing this, in exactly 4 hours, 33 minutes, 12 seconds and 27 mili-seconds... I'm turning 20.
No, I'm not hysterical, in panic, mortified, scared, amused a little by what I'm writing. I'm so excited. Oh GOD. I think that a birthday is the most amazing day in the year because...
-everyone celebrates birthdays, no matter what religion you are or where you come from. It's not Christmas or Hanukah, or ... (insert really weird holiday here)
-When else can you make endless wish-lists, day dream for hours, recall what you got for your birthday when you were 5... or 8... or ... what time is it now?
-Make a loooooong resolution list and actually stick to it. A new year, a new start, a new, more skinny/ radiant/ relaxed/ joyful you... Well, there's always New Year's .... and I have precisely 24 days to re-apply my resolution.
-When else do you get Happy Birthday greeting from people you forgot you had on Facebook?
-When else does your Mom buy you your favourite cake, just because.
-When else can you shamelessly come into class and Ittttttttsssss MY Birthhhhhhhhhhhdayyyyyyyyy! so easy to kill a working vibe
-No matter what happens, those 24 hours belong to you. And so quickly, they disappear, and you're 20. Mature. Responsible. Adult.
When I was 5 years old, I firmly believed that the minute you turn 20, you get married and (a few seconds later) you have kids. And nothing else. Nothing in my 5-year old mind went beyond 20. And here I almost am.
I'm really looking forward to my twenties. I have a word for each year. At 16, it was bubbly, at 17, it was psychedelic, at 19 it was vampy. I still haven't came up with my 20-word but I'll let you know when I will. Right now, I'll go sew my way into my twenties... wishing for much much much more than a husband and kids.