♫ ♪'Believe' - Cher ♫ ♪
I am a changed woman.
Since I entered my 20s, I really appreciate strong, mouldy French cheese boards with grapes after a meal (instead of cake). AND I actually look at the label on a wine bottle instead of just the price tag. Ooo, I'm fancy now.
*searches for the emojis of the sassy girl and a wedge of cheese*
Hold on, THERE'S NO CHEESE EMOJI?
I'm not sure I want to be in a world without a cheese emoji.
Forget everything I just wrote - I'm not ready to be a real adult.
But alas, the countdown has begun, and I can't alter it!
On the 27th February 2015, I will turn 21 and I can already feel 'the change'.
I can only describe it as going through psychological puberty... perhaps not the best comparison, but yeah!
This new number will open doors (literally, casino doors) to me that I have always been barred from.
I will officially be able to call myself a 'twenty-something', although that term makes me feel like I'm heading towards a Bridget Jones-esque life.
And most importantly, the things I do/write/eat/drink/say all matters now and that's freaky, but exciting!
I'm pretty excited and scared about my new leap into the real adult world and I think that's how I should be feeling.
I may not have a plan to get to where I want to be when I leave the 20s right now, but all I know is that life's gonna go from 0 to 100 really quick, and I'm fastening my seatbelt for the bumpy ride!
Oh gosh, making up these dumb metaphors that's another thing I keep doing...
I leave you with this...
'The Reluctant Adult Haiku' by Joelle Owusu
"I am growing old
For fuck's sake, I can't stop it
The adventure starts!"