If I had any sense of comedic timing, I would’ve figured out that a year ago I should have waited a few extra days to create my blog so I could coincide that birthday with my really for real birthday today.
Oh well. Water under the bridge I suppose.
And water everywhere for that matter, since the sky has opened up here in Southern California.
To be completely honest, rain on my birthday is a bit of a tradition at this point. My parents still love to tell the story about how my first birthday was washed out by a typhoon.
Enough thinking about the past though, because now that I’m 20 years old and officially no longer a “teen,” it’s time I start thinking ahead to the future.
The first thing I find myself thinking of is whether or not it seems conceited to be writing myself a post about my own birthday. Like sure, it’s my blog and everything, but it still feels strange.
I’m not even entirely sure what to say past reflecting a little on my hopes that 20 will be a great year for me, just like 19 was.
Maybe it would be easier to think of things I’ll miss now that I’m another year older. If I had to pick one thing about being under 20 that I’ll miss…
It would be no longer getting meal discounts.
Rest In Peace oh great deal of the century
