I am turning eighteen years old. This is one of those “milestone” birthdays, even though every year you survive another revolution on this earth should be celebrated as a milestone. Eighteen is a big number for a girl who still remembers the outfit she wore to her cousin’s play when she was six years old (my fashion sense in 2004 was remarkable). Eighteen means something. It’s an adult number. I even have to get my license renewed. Compared to the little hill of seventeen, eighteen feels like a mountain. This is the year I graduate high school. This is the … Continue reading Eighteen