12 February, 2006 | 9:17 p.m.
Turning Point

My birthday is coming up, I don't know if you've noticed it. It's exactly one month away. And it's not just any birthday, either. It's the big 2-0.

Actually, I'm terrified. Or, terrified might be a strong word, scared is better. I'm scared of what becoming 20 years old implies. You're a grown-up at twenty. You're supposed to be an adult. I can only say this much: I don't feel like an adult.

I know whining about turning twenty might seem annoying to some people. I bet when I'm 29 I'll have no idea why I whined so much about turning 20 when I'm hitting 30. But hey. Indulge me, please.

Am I ready to be a twenty-something? Oh no.

However, I do feel like I've been a teenager for, well, forever. It might be time for something new. But that "new" is scary and unknown and halfway to forty.

So I'm just bracing myself. Mentally preparing to be an adult overnight. But that won't happen, of course. And I don't want to become an adult overnight either. But that's what being 20 means to me. Adulthood.

And being able to buy real booze legally.

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