I'm twenty years, five months, and seventeen days old.
I have never lived on my own, never been in love, never done my own taxes...and I feel old.
I've been thinking lately about time and the rapid speed that it is running away from me.
I have two more semesters of college.  Two.
I'm not ready for a real job, an apartment, a real relationship.
I'm twenty years old and I'm so afraid of growing up.
I found these in the depths of my iPhoto today.

my sister, Tom, and I when I was thirteen.

My sister and I when I was fifteen.

Steph and I when we were seventeen.

Seventeen seems so young now.  I remember everything about this day, 'like it was yesterday'.

But it wasn't.

Time is flying.

I'm not ready for this.