I’ve been dreading turning twenty from the very moment I turned eighteen; it’s definitely the next big milestone that’s not actually a milestone. By that, I mean it feels as scary as it does when you reach a big age, but isn’t quite twenty-one, which is usually the next huge milestone that people celebrate. You’re no longer a teenager, but still not a fully evolved adult; you’re certainly not a child, but you still feel out of place living in the adult world on your own.
Twenty is a huge age because it’s a step into a whole new decade of your life- filled with adulating things like graduation, working towards your dream career, making friends who are likely to be at your wedding one day… booking your own dentist appointments. It’s the first taste of independence and adulating, effortless love and painful heartbreak, career confusion and self-discovery.
My twenty years on Earth certainly wasn’t a smooth or easy ride, but I made it through two decades and I’m looking forward to many, many more. The past year has been one of the best I’ve ever lived, and I’m grateful to be entering my twentieth year with the same people who have made my past years so great (and several other newer friends).
Whilst I’m not big on birthday celebrations, I’ll be spending my day lounging in a spa and treating myself to some well earned retail therapy (in the London rain).