I turned 23 today. Usually when people inquire “How old are you?” these people are always many years older than me and inevitably roll their eyes or even laugh out loud when I cheerfully reply “I’m 22!” Over the past year I’ve come to discover that beyond the soothing womb of college, there’s something totally young and naive and inferior about being 22. No one wants to take you seriously because all they hear is “I’m 22 and I’m really inexperienced and I have NO IDEA what the hell I’m talking about because, let’s face it, I’m a total baby!” Naturally, my first instinct is to avoid this question at all costs.
Now I get to say that I’m 23 and that’s completely different! That’s a whole 12 months of post-college experience right there! I file my own taxes. I sign apartment leases without a guarantors. I make dinner without using a microwave.
I. AM. AWESOME.
Speaking of awesome, I cannot end today’s post without expressing how completely obsessed I am with the fine folks at my office who went out of their way to help me celebrate my birthday. Starting from top left and moving clockwise, a HUGE thank you goes out to Ellen, Alison, Andrea, Jenny, and Julian. You and Mohammed Ali are the GREATEST.