Ranting about Turning 23
What if 23 is not as fun as 22?
Me, Mimosa, and Sarong on my porch in DC
22 was like being 21 for me. I know it’s confusing, but simply put, I was in Japan when I was 21, so the last year I have been running around like I just turned legal. It was a blast!
22 was my last year of college so the opportunist in me made sure I had a blast. 22 was the year I realized how to be smart. I got straight A’s the whole year for the first time in my life. 22 was the year I graduated, road-tripped many U.S. cities, and moved out of my hometown, Chicago.
22 was my start in Washington, DC. The scary part about 23 is that it is a marker that I am an adult. When I moved to Japan, was still a student and still taken care of by school. Now, I am on my own with my own place, a new job, and new friends. The question always used to be “When will I be done with school”? And now it’s “when will I go back”?
Today I turn 23 and I’m looking to have another great year!
