Very few people know I’m 17. Even less know I’ll be 18 tomorrow. Will it feel different? Will I automatically shed my recluse persona and ask my first girl out? Will there be a sense of accomplishment at having crossed that silly invisible line? Honestly I don’t know.
My schedule tomorrow will probably be the same — wake up, run to class, return, do some coding and go to bed, without feeling any different.
Lest I forget, my former roommate Brett turned 20 on Thursday. I was supposed to leave a card for him but he’d already gone home for the festivities. With my family not here, I can be assured no fuss will be made about me, and my birthday’ll pass just the way I like it — silently.