Ursäkta, men va? (excuse me, but what?)
Can we please stop and rewind. Can we please turn back the time and be kids again. I just realized that I'm turning eighteen in one week (WHAT!?). Oh gosh, y'all need to slow down (hehe I just had to use it. The privileges of the South). I'm not even close to feeling like an adult. I'm not ready for this. Me. Turning eighteen. Next week. In America. Who would've thought that? I just wanted to share with you (the lovely human beings (and others) who still read my blog) that I'm not an adult yet. And I won't be anytime soon. You see, I'm not officially grown up until I get home to Sweden. Because, since I am an exchange student, being eighteen doesn't mean anything different for the moment (except from the fact that I'm freaking out about it. I almost started crying in class today when I realized that my birtday is coming up haha). Success. It still freaks me out though, this is my eighteen birthday and it's also the first birthday away from home and my family. It is my first birthday without my family's annual "you choose restaurant because it's your birthday" and "breakfast with family and relatives". I doubt it will be anything less than awesome but I still fear the adult life. AAAAAH. Yes, it's scary. For some of you, turning eighteen might not seem like that big of a deal, and for others it might be the best thing that has ever happened to you. For me, it's terrifying haha. So yeah, whether you were wondering or not, now you know how I feel.
I'm soon going over to a nearby church to have my first performance with Chorus, so wish me good luck. The next time we perform, I will be eighteen...
Puss och Kram
Erika
