A warm greetings to you all. I hope you are in the pink of health. Ah, it is that time and day of the year, 31 October 1998, what an eventful for my family as their first child was born and the only sole daughter of the family. You know what makes that this date even meaningful? Halloween Day, yes I love Halloween, for some reasons. I might just be too excited for Halloween than any days of the year, I feel like I have to excuse myself for the special night.

Thoughts on turning twenty this year?

Well, I have spent the past couple of weeks saying different ways to hide the fact that I was entering a whole new decade of my life, it is exciting. However, I found a bunch of other ways to ease my way into being 20. Most importantly, I made sure to surround myself with my beloved people and something that made me feel content.

Between relishing the birthday phone calls and messages, I spent video-call with people who I care about and also care about me. Even though I could not be with my family in person on the special day, well perks of being a student whom university is 12-hours drive a way from home. I do have my own support system here and I am glad about that. Having people instill that belief in me throughout the day was enough to accept the fact that I am twenty now, no matter how grown-up and scary that may sound, knowing that growing up might be a trap.

Turning 20 means both the end of the teenage era and the start of grown-up life, even so, I keep reminding myself that despite twenty meaning a lot of big things, for me, turning twenty means I will have another decade of life experiences to write about, more pages to write in. Well maybe I am okay with it if I think about it like that. Because as I grow, so do my words. Growing “older” does not have to be a part of this. It is just the growing phase. Mixed feelings about turning twenty do put me in any sense of unjustified reasons.

Getting a year older, a year wiser can have major consequences. Responsibilities, duties, maintaining an air of professionalism when in terms of thinking about your future. But with age comes wisdom, apparently. I can no longer consider myself a teenager, and I think that is pretty weird. I am still pretty much a wild child at heart, in a good way I mean. But, I am also still me. And perhaps my age does not define me.

What does turning 20 means to me?

Turning 20 is about who I want to surround myself with, who I am now, what I want to experience and who I want to be in the future. Well thats a lot of things to think about. I do not know what will happen in the future, but I hope the best is yet to come. Here goes from nothing to something.