Getting Older

I will occasionally find myself driving in Columbia minding my own business and I will suddenly realize I've been driving for 5 years. When did that happen? I can still remember the day I got my permit and how excited I was to be able to drive. I also remember all the drive times I had to go through as a requirement for Driver's Ed. I always got so nervous trying to remember to change my mirrors, adjust my seat, etc. etc. Now I have my own car and I don't have to do those things. I also remember trying to get things perfect to get an 'A' on the drive time. Now everything that comes with driving comes as second nature.

My next big milestone is turning 21 (in approximately 165 days). But I don't even feel like I'm 20 years old. While I have the maturity of a 20 year old (hopefully at least), I still feel like I'm 17. It's not as bad as it was my freshman year when I felt like I was simply away at Summer Camp with friends, but I still feel like a little girl. Maybe it's because I look like a 17 year old still. I know I'll like looking younger when I'm 50, but I don't really appreciate it now. When did I become 20? (Honestly, May 1, 2009).

Where has the time gone? It feels like yesterday I was still in Allen, TX attending Allen High leading KGLE 3 Teen News. Now I'm in Columbia, MO (and if you had asked me years ago if I'd ever go to school in Columbia, MO, I probably would have laughed at you) attending the University of Missouri trying to find my footing in the Missouri School of Journalism. It's a little overwhelming how fast I've grown up. Time really has flown.

The milestone after my 21st birthday? Graduation. College Graduation. I haven't decided if I'm excited or scared. It seems like it's so close when I say I have 3 more semesters but the date (May 2011) seems much farther. At least while it's still 2009. I'll have to reevaluate that come 2010.

One good thing about being 20 is being old enough to have your own Christmas tree! I can decorate it however my heart desires rather than have the same thing over and over every year at my parents'. (I'm not a fan of their tree).

Yes I realize it's not even Thanksgiving, my roommate and I will technically only be in our apartment for 3 more weeks before Christmas due to breaks. Plus we both really love Christmas :)