Twenteen-one.

Everyone around me has turned 21.

Now, it's my turn.

What have I achieved thus far?

Not a lot perhaps.

But I've had a great childhood.

Awesome adolescence.

Fantastic teenage years.

I've met (nearly) all sorts of people

made a lot of acquaintances,

tried my hand at a lot of crazy, risky things

garnered whatever experiences I could

while I didn't have to bear the full responsibility of it.

I've got a wonderfully loving family,

crazily awesome friends,

and a brilliant boyfriend.

I'm three-quarters my way through a decent degree,

living independently (sort of),

learnt how to take care of myself properly

and everything's looking rather bright and sunny.

Well, sort of.

Maybe it's just another number,

maybe it's just another day,

maybe it's just another occasion.

But in about half an hour,

it's my turn.

Here's this step into adulthood.

Hello, world. It's me. Grown up.