Recently, as of last Wednesday (Oct.28) I turned another year older. It doesn't change anything but the number, yet somehow I feel different. Twenty-two brings the maturity that has always been there, but now that past the "party age" I feel more is expected of me. It's hard to explain but since this was not a milestone it didn't feel as important. Normally I am the person that celebrates her birthday for a week. This year however I just didn't want to.My birthday was still great. I had friends over that I haven't seen in a while. We ate some pizza and watched some Netflix in bed. It very relaxing, and I didn't need an extravagant party.
So far 22 has been good to me, and I can't wait to see what it has to offer. I am nervous but excited to see what the year brings.
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