In the recent months, I've turned 20 years old. Before my birthday, I was absolutely dreading it. I thought it sounded really old, and I still do to be honest. Yet when it reached my birthday, it didn't feel any different. It's good to have defeated the teenage years though. The spots, the greasy hair, the mood swings and tantrums, feeling like the world and everybody is against you etc. Those things have finally been resolved, fingers crossed anyway. I'm on the road to growing up now!
Aside from my birthday, christmas has also been and gone. It feels like the year is flying by, and I'll be in my last year before I know it. I've just submitted my dissertation question, which felt like a huge step. I'm committed to studying gothic literature next year, let's hope that I made the right choice.
