This is a bit belated (my birthday is June 16), but it’s meant to be.

Another year has officially passed, and I’m now 20. It always amazes me how that day simaltaneously never makes me feel any older than the day before and how in these last couple of years it seems as if the day strives to remind me how old I’ve become. 5 years ago, I was 1/3 my dad’s age, now I’m 4/10 his age. It seems odd doesn’t it?

In the last year, I’ve started a new chapter in the storybook of my life. I’ve gone from a Computer Engineering student who was unsure of what to do in life, to changing my major and deciding that I want to teach. I’m out of the dorms (most likely permanently) and living on my own. It’s been a year of transistions, and I’m glad to say that overall, I’m pretty happy about it.