


Twenty. The year you slowly let go of the grasp of childhood, and prepare to submerge yourself into the world’s grown-up complexities. When you’re too old to blame your mistakes on naïveté, but too young to blame it on alcohol. It’s a year of searching, of finding, of growing. And for me, it's going to be the year I do this.
As I blew out the candles on my birthday this year, I made one wish: that this year would be one full of happiness, adventure, and love. But I know that this won't be made possible just by wishing, but by doing. So I made a list of all the things that I want to do before I turn twenty-one, to make this year one of the good ones. The dreams on the list may be grandiose or simple, whimsical or serious. Whatever they are, they speak to my heart, bring joy to my soul, challenge my fears, and will make for a very good twentieth year.