Last week, on the tenth of February, I finally turned 19. It was such a bittersweet feeling because this would be my last year where I’d have a “1” at the beginning of my age. I’m starting to feel my age catch up to me – before I know it, I’ll be 20 already (which feels really weird since I feel like I’m 17, I probably look 16, but I’m already 19?!)
On my actual birthdate, I didn’t really do much but stay at home and have a quiet day with my family. We had the cliché Filipino birthday party food of spaghetti and fried chicken (courtesy of Amber’s HAHA).
