This is by no means the first time this has happened, nor is it close to being the last, but after realizing I have a month to go until my twenty-first birthday, I had a bit of a freak out about how old I'm getting.
Except, this might be the first time I'm actually legitimately allowed to think this. In a month, I'm going to have every privilege the law can give me as an adult. I'm not going to gain anything else, really, until I'm eligible for social security and senior discounts.
I'm going to be 100% grown up. At some point this summer, I'm going to have the experience required to apply to an airline. I'm going to be applying for a job to have after graduation. A job that I might end up having for five or ten years.
I have less than three semesters of college remaining. I am a college senior by credits as it stands right now.
My dad is turning 55 two months from today. I remember his fortieth birthday.
Senior year of high school was three years ago.
I'm all grown up now.
When the hell did this all become so real?
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