I'm an adult

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be turning 20. The big 2-0. My parents keep telling me I'm an old lady now.

It's weird because I don't feel old, but at the same time I do. I've lived through two decades. I remember pogs, pokemon cards, volunteering to be the yellow power ranger because all the girls always wanted to be the pink, not having a cell phone when I was five, not knowing curse words existed until middle school, being free and not having a care in the world.

But now I have things to worry about like getting myself up in the morning, finding something acceptable in the fridge for breakfast and lunch, going to school, doing my homework without my mother telling me to, working and getting paid so I can put gas in my car, etc.

There's not much that happens when you turn twenty. 19 and 20 are like those awkward ages between the cool 18 and 21 birthdays. Because everyone knows that 18 and 21 are the best birthdays, right? You get so much responsibility.

But I see tomorrow as not having teen at the end of my age. I will be twen-ty. That means I'm an adult, right?