Tomorrow, I'll be 18. I don't know all the logistics of it, but I know I can buy spray paint, dried ice, and legally elope. Sorry, hun. That won't be happening. But, do expect me to buy stuff.
Is this even real life? This means in a few months, I can go to the singles ward. Like... Life is happening. 
A decade ago, this was my life. Frequent visits from gramma and grampa. Walk to school. Play with friends. VHS tapes.
Trying to imagine my life in a decade, when I'm 28.
Kay. That freaks me out. I'm just going to figure out my life for this year.
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