And finally, I'm 18! It's taken way too long.
Do I feel any different? No. Growing up, I always assumed that the day I turned eighteen would be the day I considered myself an adult. But of course that's not it at all, as the day you turn 18 is arbitrary. I really started to feel like an adult after I moved out over the summer. Once I started getting used to doing "adult" things, such as paying for all my own food, looking for a job, planning out what the next couple years of my life are going to be like, deciding when to go to the dentist/doctor, I started feeling like an adult. And honestly, all that stuff wasn't as hard as I had anticipated it would be.
But hey, at least the government recognizes me as an adult. And it's so nice to be able to have a checking account totally independent of my parents, to be able to vote, and donate blood, and to be legally responsible for myself.
But even though I don't really feel different, at the same time, turning 18 is kind of scary. My childhood is officially over; there's no going back. And of course this is exciting; I'm on the cusp of young adulthood, with innumerable amazing experiences ahead of me. But at the same time, my childhood was amazing, and it's sad to think life will never be like that again.
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