My cousins call the day before your birthday your caboose day, since it's your last day of being whatever age you are. I love this. Today is my caboose day -- I'll be 21 tomorrow!
To celebrate my caboose day, I took a field trip to the library about half an hour north of my house. (I promised myself that I would practice my driving skills this summer, so I've been setting goals for myself. This was my longest drive so far! Sigh. This is what happens when you wait until college to get your license.)
On the way home, I stopped at an old army fort that we affectionately call the block house.
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| The block house! It looks like a block. |
...Because it looks like a block. I think. I'm pretty sure that's why.
I conquered my irrational fear of heights and climbed up to the second floor. It was beautiful. It's dark in the block house, but in the late afternoon the light pours through the lookout windows.
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| Afternoon light in the old wooden fort. |
I'm looking forward to turning 21, even though it seems so old. Is 21 old? It feels old. I still think I'm 17 most of the time.
I feel old, but I feel young at the same time. There's a lot I don't know about life, and now I'm realizing how much I don't know. Laundry, for example. I do it every week, but I still can't separate my colors correctly.
That's probably good. I don't think I want to know everything. I like the mystery and surprise of life.
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| Caboose Day! |
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