Up A Road Slowly

Three days ago, I turned eighteen and officially entered my life as an adult. 

Interestingly, at this time of transition for myself, the Harold B. Pricklepants Society is reading one of my very favorite books of all time. It's simply the story of a girl growing up. When I read it I feel like I'm reading Julie Trelling's journal.  I love stories about fellow writers.

Now I've grown up, or have I? I feel that I still have such a long way to go. 

Like Julie, I am walking up a road slowly, wondering what is at the end.