Twenty Candles?!

I'm turning 20 next month.

Not 13. Not 16. Not even 18.

I'm turning TWENTY. I can't believe it. I mean, where has the time gone?

20 is:
     - 1/5 of 100
     - halfway to 40
     - 10 years away from 30
     - one year away from 21

So, 20. That means I won't be a teenager anymore. Does that mean I have to stop riding my scooter, eating too much ice cream, and laughing at things no one else thinks are funny?

I certainly hope not.

When I hear someone say that they haven't seen their sibling or friend or whatever in 12 or 13 years, that seems crazy. That's over half of my life. I used to think a year was a REALLY long time. Now I have several friends that I really only get to hang out with twice per year, if that. The older you get, the faster time goes. The adults aren't lying when they say that; it's really true.

But anyway, I digress. The big two-oh birthday is coming up. Since I have a summer birthday, I have always been home or at least with family for my birthday. Every year. But this summer, I'm working as a camp counselor in western NY, so for the first time in 20 years, I won't be home for my own birthday.

So weird.