Tomorrow I turn 20, and I can’t help but feel caught between two worlds—the fading echoes of my teenage years and the uncertain, exciting threshold of my twenties. Nineteen has been a year of growth, mistakes, and little victories, the kind that quietly shaped who I am. I’ve laughed more, learned more, and maybe even stumbled a bit (more than I expected), but each step has taught me something I wouldn’t trade.

Turning 20 feels like stepping into a new chapter, one that carries more responsibility but also more freedom to define myself. It’s strange to think that “teen” is officially behind me, but there’s also comfort in knowing that life doesn’t rush—it unfolds. I want to carry forward the curiosity, the resilience, and the moments of joy I’ve experienced, while embracing the unknown with open arms.

Here’s to twenty: a decade that feels both daunting and thrilling, a chance to grow even bolder, wiser, and a little more me.

I can’t wait to grow this blog in my 20’s