Thoughts on Turning Nineteen

Just another day older, nineteen full revolutions around the sun. Not much else to say about that. I miss being little, that's all. Life was so carefree. Days were centered around my cartoon schedule and often spent in the corner of my room playing doll house and listening to crappy boy bands. I miss the simplicity of being nine years old.

And here I am, just ten short years later, apartment hunting, college-going, networking, career-building all fueled by my loan-dependency. Life is funny, isn't it?

Hey look, I've got the same haircut.