the last day

   Today is the last day of my life that I am…illegal?

   Tomorrow I will be able to buy alcohol. Big woop, right? I mean obviously it’s kind of a big deal considering it’s the last restriction on my life. "Big woop" because at least now I’ll have the option of ordering something when everyone else at my table does instead of sipping on my lemonade.

   To be honest, it’s kind of freaking me out! I feel like just a year ago my friends and I were saying,

   “OMG we’re going to college! Too bad we still have three years to wait until we can legally drink!”

…and now those three years are gone. Now what? What do I have to look forward to? First, it was looking forward to being sixteen so my parents would finally let me date.

Please note the braces and "perm"

   Then it was 18 because I was sure my life would drastically improve once becoming an “adult”. Nothing changed, really.

   Next came 20 because it was just so cool to have lived two decades. I remember thinking 20 was so old and mature.

   Then obviously came the countdown to 21, a countdown that basically started once my boyfriend turned of-age. I felt like that year and a half was dragging by but now it has finally come to an end. 

   Instead of being sad, which is what I feel like this post is aiming to be, I am PUMPED! No more hiding in the car outside of the Cats Paw! No more "sorry, I can't go there, I'm not 21"! No more "...IIII'm gonna need to see your ID, miss"! Although this part of my life is coming to an end, I foresee many more adventures. And I guess I'll just countdown to 30 now! Three decades of life is definitely something worth celebrating.