Today is my 22nd birthday. It kind of throws me off every time I say that. I didn’t have that difficult of a time getting used to 21, but 22, for some reason feels so much OLDER.
21 was a good year. I hadn’t even realized how much I’d changed, even just over the course of the summer, until I got back to school and saw Margot for the first time in 3 months. I had all of these new habits and had grown out of a lot of my old ways (hamburgers…whoda thought!?) and I hadn’t even realized it. I learned more that I can possibly summarize here. I had a lot of great adventures, and met a lot of wonderful people. Over the course of the year I had a look forward at what my future could be, I had a look back at my childhood, and most importantly I tried to live in the moment. “Be present” was my motto for the year and it’s one I intend to continue into 22.
22 is going to be a big year for me. It’s the year I’m going to graduate from college, and, if things go as planned, move out to California and start my first real job. It’s my year of growing up. Yeah, it’s pretty scary, but I’m mostly excited at the possibilities this year brings. (Little known fact: I’m a bit superstitious about even and balanced numbers, so fingers crossed for a year of good luck!)
One of the things that has continued to shock me over these last few weeks is how quickly time seems to be passing now, or how periods of time that once seemed very long are now very short relative to the time I’ve been alive. Take my friend Sujit, for example. I’ve known him since 6th grade. What I hadn’t realized until last night, however, is that I’ve now known him for half of my life. 6th grade doesn’t feel that long ago, and so much happened before 6th grade that I’m still having a hard time comprehending that I’m actually this old. My friend Erin and I have been friends for 18 years now. That’s about as long as college freshman have been alive. -shudder-. A quick check in my archives shows that this is my 7th birthday post here. 16-22. Time FLIES, my friends.