And just like that, you're a big kid.

When I was little-er I thought, man how great would that be to just have a montage life and be grown up and be married and have a little family. I was 7. Boy was I dillusional.  Because during my whole life, it has seemed to drag on slowly, but looking back at it, it really has been a montage. It's gone by so fast. I feel like I blinked and now I'm 21.

A woman asked me the other day, "so have you graduated high school yet?" I thought, could she be asking this because I don't act my age? Or because I don't look my age? Well it doesn't matter. I was wearing massive sunglasses, but I don't think that had anything to do with it.

I think I don't act my age because I don't feel my age. And who really does? Remember when I said I went on a ride-along with my dad? Well I learned that night that you can't just sing Frozen songs while your dad pulls people over... because every cop car has cameras and microphones!!! Guys, somewhere on the police records is a lot of "can i say something crazy? I love crazy! All my life has been a series of doors in my face........"

But then I met a little girl on Sunday that proved the point even more. She was probably 8 or 9 and her little sister was maybe 4 or 5. The older sister was holding her little sister, stroking her hair and just taking care of her. She looked at me and said, "our mom is sick today with my 6 year old brother and I'm just trying to be like her." So she looked back at her little sister and kept stroking her hair. That little girl doesn't act her age either, guys.

But really, I've been contemplating 2015 and setting goals and figuring out a million things like bills, healthy food, exercise habits, husbands (good one, right?), looking into little houses, taxes, regular dentist appointments, ect.

AND HOLY COW GUYS, I DON'T THINK I WANT TO GROW UP!!!

My dad has offered to let me stay at home til I'm 35. And then even at 35, we will reassess... that doesn't mean I have to be married or out by 35. We'll just set a new age limit. This has been an offer for years. And I get all the mint chocolate chip ice cream I want if I stay.  Why would anyone want to pass this up?!

I really didn't mind having a bedtime, or a mom that made all my meals and would talk to the cashier for me, or would talk me through those confusing bank deposit slips.  Life is good as a kid. No worries.  No problems. Just fun. And chores.  So I think I'll wait a little longer before I grow up...

Confession

So I have to confess something... not many people know this... in fact, until now, only my mom, dad and Abby know this.... I have bunions. At this point, it's mostly just making the best of the time I have left. So I have named them. Because they are a part of me now. Betty (big one on the right foot), Byroniesha (small one on right foot), Brad (big one on left foot), and last and technically least, Blake (small one on left foot).

Oh the places we go... never a dull moment with those four around. Seriously, I'll just fill you in on all the fun things they do with me. Sadly, they don't get to experience life like I do.. but they live vicariously through me. So they enjoy it.

Well, since I've been home from Guatemala, the birthplace of my new friends, we've already done lots of things. For example:

We went to see Meet the Mormons, but turns out on Wednesday at certain theaters it's only $1.25 a person. So that was sweet. And when we got out of the movie, I went to the restroom, my mom was waiting in the lobby for me. I was looking at my phone and walked in, got into the stall and decided, first, I'll take off my backpack, so I stepped out and saw a whole line of urinals. And my first thought was, "When did they start putting urinals in the girls bathroom?" And then..... an old man walked in, saw me, and said, "this is the men's bathroom." And I said, "yes it is, I am so sorry". I got out and my mom was dying. She couldn't contain herself. And so I went to the real girls bathroom and laughed the whole time and the other women just pretended like I wasn't there at all.

Also, my bunions and I have been on a ride-along. Like with a cop. And it was going to be the best ever. It was great, but there wasn't anything dangerous... we just pulled people over the whole time. I got to help translate a couple times, but my dad actually speaks pretty good spanish. So he didn't really need me.  but it was a pleasant experience. I would probably do it again.

My bunions and I have lots of plans, and don't worry, I'll keep you updated on it all.

Side note about Aunt Clara, she's doing great. She treats me well. Can't complain.