Dear reader,
By the time you read this, I’ll be 18.
Me? An adult? I can hardly believe it myself. But I was born 18 years and one day ago in a hospital 3,089 miles away.
Today is my first day of adulthood. I can buy a lottery ticket. I can vote. But I don’t feel any different than when I was 17.
I loved being 17. It’s the age where all the good things about being a teenager converge into one year, before the responsibilities set in. So I’m not that excited to turn 18. The milestone that marks the end of my childhood, and the beginning of the next stage of my life. From here on out, I can set the course of my life in any direction I want to. It’s both terrifying and wonderful.
But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Here’s my to-do list for this year, listed in order of timeliness.
- Test negative for COVID (At the timing of writing, I am still positive. It’s been 10 days)
- Take my sister to bingsoo
- Get a job
- Spend an entire track meet cheering for my team
- Run a half marathon
- Do some spring cleaning
- Commit to college
- Dye my hair again
- Graduate (FINALLY)
- Watch the sunrise from Mt. Diablo
- Make tiramisu
- Learn how to braid the left side of my hair
- Write more
- Watch “Legally Blonde” and “Mean Girls”
- Hike at a national park
- Convince my best friend’s parents to let us go on a senior trip
- Visit Boston (Or live there… depending on where I attend)
- Decorate my dorm
And of course, dear reader, keep writing this column. I’ll see you next month.
Getting older,
Abby
