Congratulations! You just turned twenty.

This is exciting for many reasons.

No one can call you a teenager anymore. You're no longer consider a "child" among today's society. When you were nineteen, you probably dreaded anytime a cutie would come up to you at the bars. Why? Because you had to tell them you were nineteen! Not even twenty. You were still a teenager and because of that reason, you didn't ask for his number.

But hey, now you're twenty. When that cute boy walks up and starts flirting with you, no matter if they're twenty-one or twenty-two, you have every right to flaunt your age and give out all the digits you want.

Except, now you're twenty and that's kind of awkward because between nineteen and twenty-one years old, is the age you cannot drink. I hate to be the bearer of bad news for parents, but this is how most of feel at this age (except you probably felt the same way when you turned twenty).

Being twenty is somehow like being lost in the abyss. You don't really know what to do with your life. Are you supposed to have it all together now or do you have till twenty-one to get your shit together? You probably won't feel like a true adult until you are actually twenty-one and will be essentially, invincible.

Twenty is that awkward year where your life just passes by, untouched. Except, there is a positive motive for this. Twenty is the year to "find yourself" as they say. I'm pretty sure I already found myself at the age nineteen; I know what friends I want in my life,I know my family means the world to me. I know what my degree in college is. I am "going places." But apparently, this year, I am going to learn so much more. I just can't image what that is though, and that's my problem.

When I turn twenty-one next year, I guess I will know.

However, all I can imagine is that my best friend will still be my best friend. I will still be overly obsessed with cats, and I will probably still be crying over exams. I will probably still be rolling into my house at 3 a.m. after a night out with the girls.

I imagine several months into being twenty I will feel more mature and somehow, a life changing difference. Right now, I only feel odd, like I did when I turned nineteen. I don't want to wish my year twenty by. I will make year twenty the best that I can, no doubt. Year twenty is bascially the only year you can go under the radar and no one will notice.

However, I will be stuck between the childish age of nineteen and the official adult age of twenty-one. But I should stop complaining.

Congrats, you just turned twenty!