I have no idea why I was dreading turning the big 2-0 yesterday.
Maybe it's because my teenage years are gone. Never will I be a teen, where I've spent the last what? 7 years?
Maybe it is because the jump from 29 to 20 to me is such a big one. Like 49 to 50 was to my mother.
But, I'm ready to be 20. I feel like it's such a grown up age and I'm excited for that. I feel like a lot of people look down on teenagers just because they have an "teen" infront of their name.
I think that since I was pretty down about this birthday, the BFF made sure I was surprised.
And I was.
I walked into my room from placement and about 60 balloons were in my room.
Karen got off her placement earlier than me and blow up balloons while I was gone. I tell ya, she's a sneaky one!
Wonder what will happen during my 20th year? Wanna take bets?