Birthdays are just another day. Another year older. Nothing too special. We wake up and have that consious knowledge that okay, today is different than yesterday. It is my birthday. Eighteen was more than that. I woke up and actually felt older. I wasn’t a kid anymore. Although there weren’t any significant changes on that day I knew they would come in the following months. And here we are. It has been almost three months and all I can say is…
