I turned twenty last Friday and consequently, I've been thinking about landmark ages lately. I've been growing up more and more officially over the past few years (pictures when they apply).
In 2007, I turned sixteen at a family reunion. (Teenage dream, right?)
Shortly thereafter, the Harry Potter series ended. To understand the gravity of this in relation to my adulthood, you have to know that I read the first three Harry Potter books no less than nine times each, and the next several around four times each. The last one I read only twice. If Harry Potter was grown up, I was grown up. That was it.
My brother went to college. I started worrying about college (which, apparently, I was supposed to have been doing since freshman year.)
I went to prom.
I turned 18, to very little fanfare. (I don't even have a picture.)
I graduated and pulled my first all-nighter at a Disneyland grad night. At 5, before we got back on the bus, my friends and I were passed out on the grass.
I moved to Provo, Utah and started attending college at Brigham Young University. (And met one of my closest friends, Greta Ballif)
I also met Sam, and Mike.
I joined a band.
I turned nineteen.
I got kissed and broken up with.
I released my first album.
I got kissed by someone nice.
|Photo Credit: Justin Hackworth|
I turned twenty.
|Photo credit: Trevor Christensen|
Aaaaaaand this is my first post in about two months. Sorry! I promise there will be more poems/pictures/ideas coming your way. I will be a good little blogger.