So today I’m 21.

It’s funny, how every year I expect to feel different, but don’t. Everything is the same today as it was yesterday: I barely got any sleep, it’s raining on my special day, Mike had to leave me to go run errands, I left my car windows open (did I mention it’s raining?), and my arm hurts.

The only thing that’s different? I can now legally have a drink when all of this starts to get to me.