So as you may, or may not know, tomorrow is my birthday. It seems ridiculous that June 20th is on the edge of the calendar when it feels like Christmas was just yesterday, and with this years birthday comes a milestone, one that is very emo and that is the end of my teenage years. I thought I would use this post to be a little self indulgent and very much nostalgic and look back on my teenage memories as I prepare for this new 'adult' chapter of life.
I guess a lot of my teenage years consisted of school, being the weird kid who liked My Chemical Romance and wore skull print fingerless gloves from Claire's whilst everyone else loved the Sugababes. I rarely ever spoke, put my hand up in class or participated in socialising at all. I made the mistake of having a mega dick for a best friend and my teenage years got a WHOLE lot better when I let that person go out of my life.
Then came Sweet Sixteen. I pretty much exceeded any expectations I had for my GCSE's and convinced myself, and my teachers that I was going to go off and study as much media and film as possible, and be the new Sofia Coppola *spoiler alert* this did not happen.
Seventeen was my favourite age. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with Edward Cullen and that song by Metro Station. I discovered one of my favourite songs (Seventeen by Youth Lagoon) and started to feel a little more cute in myself.
18 bought with it the first cusp of adulthood. A Level Results pushed the boat that sailed to university and my life plan altered a little. I really felt thrown in at the deep end, with half of my social group scattered across the country and half of them disappearing before the end of the first semester. I travelled to New York which has always been a life goal, and learnt a lot about myself and the world. It's also around the time I started listening to 5 Seconds of Summer and got introduced to some people who changed my life. The journey of sleepless nights outside radio stations and venues began.
Nineteen had definitely been the most life changing. I wanted to cling on to 18 for as long as possible, and reluctantly said goodbye to it last year, as I sat outside Wembley with a bottle of wine and some donuts, with birthday month twin Georgia beside me. I wanted 19 to be the best year of my life if it was going to be my last teenage year, and I think it's a goal I've achieved. It began by meeting one of my favourite humans (Ash10) and ended with a Wembley Weekend.
In that time I've gotten a job, continued into second year, two things I thought were verging on impossible. I've started singing the songs I would cry listening to in my bedroom when I was thirteen, with a smile on my face in cars with some of my favourite people. I've been to nightclubs, thrown up in kitchen sinks at student parties. I may not have jumped out of any planes or shaved my hair (okay there was one undercut hairstyle) or discovered anything that will change the world, but I've discovered things that have helped change myself. People who have found the things I was insecure about as my quirks (the mumbling to myself mainly). To anyone of you who's done anything to try and make life better, who has encouraged me in doing things, you've helped to make my teenage years the best years possible.
They weren't all kiss the boys and make them cry memories (for the most part it's me crying over not kissing the boys) but they have been fun, magnificent and life changing and I truly hope the twenties can live up to them.
I kind of have an overwhelming HOLY SHIT FUCK feeling about twenties, and an expectation that the next ten years mean house hunting, career picking, baby making, husband gaining speed bumps, but God am I excited for the journey if it means having such incredible people by my side. So this is it, my last shift, meal, day with teen after my age. Here's to the memories that have been and gone and those yet to come,
Thanks for reading,
Aimee :) x
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