Of Age

This is my last week as an underage. As of next Friday I can legal drink and become an "adult" which I guess means more of this fun thing called bill paying and being responsible for myself. It's hitting me the way turning 10 hit me when one day my uncle told me that I would never again be an age in the single digits. That feeling of leaving 9 behind for a lifetime of double digits is like leaving behind illegal underage life for an entire lifetime of everything. Nothing is really off limits to me anymore.
I suppose if nothing else I feel as though I should completely take advantage of this fleeting time I have with being 20 until I have to morph into this entire different creature that 21 seems to bring with it.