"What'd you get for your birthday?" That's the question everybody asks. That's the question I've gotten a lot of this past week, given that I turned 20 last Wednesday- starting decade dos of being wild-hearted, free-spirited, curious, and obsessed with the human experience. What'd I get for my birthday? Lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to be loved and able to love the people around me. Lucky to be able to look back on 19 years while starting the twentieth with the happiest heart. I remember being overly enthusiastic about my own birthdays as a little girl. Starting in Octobers, I used to spend hours designing party invitations and obsessing over who to invite. Now my birthdays sneak up on me, and I'd be lying if I said people didn't have to remind me about this one. I think the world puts its watch on fast forward once you start college and become a real adult. I'm still adjusting to that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
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