Wait. Is it really, already a decade after my 18th? Back then, I was not even sure where I would be now. All I knew was I wanted to go home ASAP after my OB duty as a Nursing sophomore, and devour all 18 chocolate cupcakes given by my roommates. Fast forward, the more I get older, the quieter the celebrations get, but the more you ponder on the most important. At my age, I feel like—and I speak for some of my med friends—that we’re behind “adult-ing milestones,” but I guess there’s always a beginning to everything, no matter how late they may seem to come. We just have to hold on to that belief that God’s timing is always perfect. #28th 📸 @janinasimbillo https://www.instagram.com/p/BqxQSa6lwG_z_TT84vwvy9aL4eelDjOTFct5dI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8kb991yd2rnr
