Twenty three years ago, I entered the world.
I’m torn between feeling very old and very young. On the one hand, I’m not a student anymore, which means adulthood is here to stay. On the other, I frequently get mistaken for a high schooler when out in public. Which is both annoying and flattering.
But hey, twenty three! Two years past being able to legally drink, two years until I can rent a car.
My brothers were home the other night to celebrate. We had family dinner, opened gifts, ate cake, and watched Inside Out. I got a new sweater and scarf, two free passes to my local ski hill, and Howl’s Moving Castle on DVD.
As far as birthdays go, this year isn’t exactly dramatic or exciting. I mean, last year there was a blizzard. Two years ago, I was in England. Today, I’ve got a board meeting and a long slog of office hours. When work is done, Mom and I are heading to the cities to do something fun, which will keep me going through the bore of work .
I’m excited to not be twenty-two. It was definitely a tough year, filled with rocky friendship moments, endings, and transitons. I’m looking forward to a year that is bigger, brighter, and filled with possibilities.
Twenty three years and counting, here I come!