It's the last birthday something so excitingly new happens. When you turn 16, you get your license. When you turn 18, you are officially an "adult" (even though you are not even remotely close to feeling so). And then there's 21. Here in America, it's the day you can officially order your first drink.

As my day approached I realized that even though these birthdays may be big, I still felt the same. Sure, I was excited just like any other person would be. I counted down the minutes, and then the seconds and screamed at the top of my lungs when the clock struck midnight. But I'm still me.

I'll always be me, no matter if I have a mimosa in my hand at brunch or a Diet Coke. It all comes down to the morals and values I send for myself and to others. It comes down to the choices you make. It's the new found freedom that I now have.

Turning 21 means that I'm getting older....even when I don't want to. I wish I could stay six years old and still be latching on to my mother's leg begging her to stay.

It means that in less than two years, I'll graduating college. Yes, you read that right: two years.

As exciting as turning 21 is, it's also terrifying. It's reminding me that I'm growing up too fast. That these last two years of college should not be taken for granted.

Just because I now have this freedom and am now officially the big 21, I still have so much room to grow! I have so many things to learn not only about myself but about this world. There's still so many roads I need to go down, so many turns to go left or right that may help me or teach me a lesson.

21 is reminding me that I'm just getting started.