Well it’s here. I’m no longer a teenager. Maybe I should change the name of this blog. Adult Enthusiasm.
Just kidding! That’s the worse name ever!
But yes, I did turn 18 this week. Turning 18 is something that has been terrifying me forever. A few weeks ago I wrote a post a little about my pre-adulthood jitters, which you can read here. I’ve been scared to turn 18. The responsibility I feel two days in and the fact that I’ll be living on my own in only a few shorts months has me absolutely frightened. But before we get into that, let’s get into the fun part of being 18.
(Note, I also hit 500 subscribers late on the 24th, so that was a really amazing birthday present too!)
Every year my birthday is good. My parents are the best at ensuring a good birthday. I was served chocolate croissants for breakfast (Note to future husband: chocolate for breakfast is the only thing I want on my birthday) and some delicious berries. Very French and very filling. I wore my pretty new dress and dolled myself up and went to school with my best friend, because even though it’s my birthday I still have to graduate. While in the car, my friend gave me my present, which included this incredibly lovely letter that made me cry. This is foreshadowing to me getting emotional all day.
My friends made me have a lovely day. They showered me with so much love and I was giddy with all of my happiness. It was also elections at school, so I was able to run the booths and not attend gym class. Score for Morgan! I was a bit sad as some of my friends had to leave for a tennis tournament, but it was only a slight blip on my happiness radar. At school I was told not once, not twice, but four times that I was now legally able to marry Harry Styles. That kept me laughing ALL day.
My mum took me out for lunch, where I proceeded to prove that even though I am a lady, I can still eat like a man. That burger was amazing!
After school I went home and relaxed, then opened presents with my parents, and then went out for a lovely dinner where I had possibly the best beef stroganoff I’ve ever tasted. It was so good and so much that I had leftovers to have for lunch the next day. However, it was after dinner that was the most special.
We come home from dinner and I have one present left to open. I always know that the last present is the most special and I can’t wait to open it. My parents gave me a box full of love. Literally. They had filled this gorgeous box full of letters from the people I love. These letters, which were quite numerous, were filled with advice about growing up and people telling me how much they loved me and how proud they were of me. Needless to say, I was in tears before I finished even one. It’s so easy to forget about the people who love you who you don’t see every day, but I now have this box to look into when I feel down and I can feel the love in each letter. It is the best gift I have ever received and I love it so much. I don’t even have words to describe the love.
And as for 18, I’m starting to get excited about it. And not just the part where I can legally marry Harry Styles. I’m excited for this responsibility and growing up. I can’t remain a child forever, no matter how much I have Peter Pan Syndrome, and I think that once I start university in the fall it will be even easier for me to accept this huge life change. And if you continue to stay and read this blog, I will definitely keep you up-to-date on me dealing with reality.
And that was my 18th birthday! You’ve now celebrated three birthdays with me and I hope we can celebrate many more together! My relatives when they email me tell me how exciting it is to watch me grow up through this, and I hope you all feel the same. It’s great to grow up with an audience who is so encouraging of everything I do.
Alright, I need to say adieu. I’m getting teary and I still have to write thank you notes and learn about public policy making. I’ll see you tomorrow for a super special guest post!
Stay classy Internet,