Am I really getting used to talking to strangers on the Internet? Well I want to be a journalist so I should maybe/perhaps/probably get used to this.

It’s my birthday. My 18th birthday. I’ve seen a lot of things & had to endure a lot for a girl just now turning 18. But nonetheless, I’ve been fortunate to have met some amazing people, did some amazing things, and to have gotten into college.

I kinda just wanted to be metaphorical (is that a word?) today and talk about how my mom used to call me Pippi Longstocking growing up.

I’m serious, I’m going somewhere with this I swear to God.

From like age four onward, I was fascinated with the shows/movies Pippi Longstocking had a part in. My mom noticed. She began calling me ‘Pippi’. Or maybe I forced her to. Let’s move on. Anyways, up until her death she kept calling me Pippi, or “Pip” for short. And the other day I Googled “Pippi Longstocking“and heard the song I was so infatuated with as a kid: “Pippi Longstocking is coming into your town/
The one no one can keep down”

And I literally almost cried. Because my mom might have been on to something. At four years old, I had no idea that later in life I would lose both my parents in the same year. Nor did I know I’d grow up and be mildly bullied in school. But I wanted to be Pippi, I wanted to be the “one no one could keep down.” And I think I pretty much have her down pat at this point.

I grew up and literally did everything under the sun. I ran a newspaper, I protested against school budget cuts (and was featured in the news and a documentary for it), I got to attend high school right in the epicenter of the city I loved, I learned how to play volleyball even though I’m not very good at it, got over my fear of singing in public, I finally had the best friend I had been waiting for since middle school, family & friends who loved me, and I literally felt/feel like the richest girl in the world.

Yeah, I wasn’t dealt the best hand of cards. But I think I worked them to the best of my ability. I’m going to college, I have good people in my life, and I have dreams. I have dreams that I’d die trying to make a reality. I’m pretty lucky no matter what.

No, I’m not a ‘freckled-faced, red-haired girl’ – but me and Pippi Longstocking pretty much have ourselves together. Her Wikipedia page says “Pippi has been described as “the strongest girl in the world”, but no explanation is given for her strength.” I don’t know where I got mine from either, Pippi. But it’s a hell of a trait, huh?