22

Well... here we are. The dreaded 22. The good ol' double two. Double dos. Twin two's. Just think, once I live the life time I've already lived... I will be 44! Man. Anyway, 21 treated me well, I guess. I definitely made the most memories being 21 than I think any other age. It was fun and sad and exciting and depressing and enthralling and cool and insane and adventurous and so many other words I could describe... but you get the point. 21 was probably my biggest year yet. Looking back on my post about turning 21 last year, I was in a time of my life where I had never been happier. A time where I was on Cloud 9 and then some. It was amazing. I also stated that I hoped when I posted about turning 22 a year later, that I'd still be just as happy. I will admit, I'm not as happy as I was this time last year, but life has it's ups and downs. Also right now I have MANY options for my life. From personal things, to choosing a new job, preferably a career. Maintaining and growing relationships and friends. Really carving a path for MY LIFE and MY FUTURE. I feel, that the age of 22 will really be the first year that starts my adult life. I believe that when I post about turning 23 a year from today (wow, OLLLD) that I will have a very different life... and I think that's a good thing. I can see some of the things I believe will change, but others, I'm sure, will be a surprise. I'm nervous and excited, hopeful but cautious. I just hope that this time next year, I have a smile on my face, and happiness in my heart.