It’s been a few days of Adulthood™ now. Pretty much nothing has changed, but I must say I am excited by the thought that I could go get another ear piercing right now if I wanted to (don’t worry, Mom, I’m not actually going to– it’s more expensive down here in San Diego anyway).

In the past year, I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I think I’m starting to figure out a little more about what kind of person I want to be. Coming to college has definitely been a huge change– it’s forced me to push myself way out of my comfort zone, and I can’t be thankful enough for it.

Eighteen brings a lot of responsibility (I’m very excited to be able to vote, and I’m very Not Excited to start doing more paperwork), but I like to think that I’m at least a little prepared– being on the younger side of the people around me is an interesting experience because I see everyone else experience these kinds of things before I do. When many of my friends turned eighteen, I had barely turned seventeen. When moving into the res halls, I was almost the only one that had to have a parental consent form signed because I was still a minor.

But I’m realizing more and more that age becomes increasingly less important as I grow older. Yes, I’m on the younger side of my class, but that doesn’t stop me from connecting with individuals who are a few years ahead of me in age. Many of my good friends are second, third, and fourth years, and some are even masters students. I remember very clearly being intimidated by the older students when I was just starting high school, but here, I didn’t give age difference a second (or really even first) thought. Common interests and good conversation transcend years.

I’m excited for eighteen. I think it’s going to be a year of learning like ones in the past, and the goal is to embrace every little bit of it.

Here’s some of what I’ve been listening to…

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