So you just turned 19 years old. Well, I guess it's official, you are not a kid anymore despite how hard you try to be. While last year you could still get away with having your mom make your appointments for you, and making sure that your medications are getting refilled, it might be time to do that on your own. Before you know it you are going to be moving out and then you are really in trouble.

How are you going to be able to ask your mom if she's seen your work clothes if you do not even live in the same house anymore? How are you going to be able to find your phone charger when you misplace it? What's going to happen when you really do not want to do laundry, sure it's okay to bring some home from college but is it really okay to bring some back from your own home for your mom to do?

I guess it's time to face facts, you are getting older. Odds are, you have graduated high school and are either in college or have a job. Legally, you are an adult. Mentally, you still feel like you are a child. In reality, last year you still had to ask permission to go to the bathroom and now you are expected to pay your own bills and somehow figure out how to balance your checkbook while make your own doctors appointments.

Turning nineteen is not even that eventful. It's not anything like eighteen where you were finally an adult so you went out and bought your first scratch ticket because you could, and you registered to vote because you could. No. Nineteen is that weird in-between age where your parents are officially allowed to say that "you're getting older and need to start doing things on your own."

Nineteen is not like eighteen where you can still use the excuse that you were never allowed to do things on your own before so you had no idea how to do it. Nineteen is different. Nineteen is the age where you have already had a year to figure out how to do things, so now you are going to be held responsible for doing it on your own. Nineteen is the age where you are literally thrown into the shark pool that is adulthood and told to swim and not get eaten alive.

So good luck to all the nineteen-year-olds out in the world. From one nineteen year old to another, I feel your pain, please help and if you find a time machine, can I please borrow it so that I can go back to a time where I did not have to make my own doctors appointments and my mom told me how to do things, or did it for me without me having to ask. Eighteen was fun, nineteen is a shark tank, and I have no idea what to expect for twenty.

So here's to the nineteenth year of my life. Hopefully, it will be a good one and everyone will survive.