Here resides a Queen of the West.

Timothy and I are having a huge party, and it’s basically at no cost to us. Our closest friends are planning it and buying everything and telling us not to worry and I feel so loved and special because it’s not a cheap thing to throw a party. We’re probably never going to throw one again - at least not for a while.

I’m just happy that I’m entering the third decade of my life with love and happiness. Because honestly, that’s all I really want for next ten years of my life: the people I’m with and my family, and my amazing support system. My life is fucking amazing.

I keep looking over at Timothy and realizing that he’ll be in Spain next semester and I’ll have to go five or more months without seeing his big head. I just wanted to hold his stupid hand all day because I’m selfish and I don’t want to share him with anyone, and I don’t want to let go. It’s not every day you find a birthday twin and make them one of your best friends.

I just hope that tomorrow goes beautifully and we can treasure it for the years to come. Because near or far, ten years or twenty, I just want to remember everything and everyone as it is: him, and Leo and Athena and Jordan and my parents and my grandmother and Frances and Frank and my sisters and my brother. I just want to pause it here and remember that I have it good.

In 4 hours and 35 minutes, I’ll be 20.

And it’s only just the beginning.