Friday, December 4, 2015

What's my age again?

This is my last blog post as a 22-year-old and that's a little bit scary but also a little bit exciting.

Let me give you a quick recap of my twenty second year of life:
- I graduated from college.
- I broke up with a guy I had been dating for a while.
- I moved in with my parents for a month.
- I got staples in my head.
- I moved to South Carolina and started living at the poverty level.
- I started this blog.

That's 22 in a nutshell for me, I mean there was more, but that hit the big parts.

I was thinking about things that I want from my twenty third year, but I'm drawing a blank.  I'm kind of terrified that I'll be 23 because 23 feels like real adulthood, you don't hear that someone is 23 and think 'aw they're just a kid' because when you're 23 you've usually graduated from college, moved out on your own and gotten a job (or at least you've tried).

So that's what 23 is going to be for me.  It's going to be my first year of real adulthood.  22 started it, when I moved down to South Carolina, but this year I'm going to be fully an adult.  There's no college classes, there's no living with my parents.  Turning twenty three marks my first time as a full fledged adult and I think I'm ready.  (I'M NOT READY)

But no one is ever ready.  If I've learned anything in the last year, it's that no one was ready when they entered the real world, we're all just really good at faking it.

So tonight at midnight, when it stops being December 4th and starts being the 5th I'll turn 23.

To quote Blink 182, no one likes you when you're 23.  Let's see if that's true.

Oh, and for anyone who reads this, I'm sorry there hasn't been an update in awhile, I haven't had wifi at my apartment for the last 3 weekends and I can't post when I don't have wifi.  I'm actually sitting at Panera right now since the wifi is down again.

That's an entirely different post though.