Three more days of being a teenager (Raquel)
I have attempted to be calm and mature about turning twenty. I started with an emotional roller coaster ride about my upcoming birthday. Yes, I know those are supposed to start around thirty, but I’ve always been advanced for my age. You must understand that previously my birthdays have always celebrated with just me, my parents and my little sister. There were a couple of milestone birthdays with my other sisters or my grandparents, but that was it. This year I was happy to be home for my birthday, and to know that Peoria really is home now. But it meant a total upheaval of all the birthday traditions I’ve always taken for granted. I still get to choose my birthday meal, but I discovered that some people assume that there are decorations at birthday parties. Weird, huh? For a variety of reasons I was generally freaked out about this birthday for a couple of weeks. I got over it. Now I am trying to hold back from mentioning my birthday every couple of hours. “Only three and half more days until my birthday now! Ooh, did I pick my cake yet? When are we buying my birthday decorations?” I refuse to instigate such dull and repetetive conversations. Yesterday it finally slipped out of my mouth that it was only four more days to my birthday. It turned out to be a good thing that I mentioned it because Theresa said, “Oh, wow! Yeah, we need to pick up stuff for your party.” Still, I’m trying to restrain myself. But hey, I haven’t written a blog post in a while, so I might as well ramble on about my birthday in a blog post, right? Hardly more that fourty-eight hours until my birthday now…