The past few years it seems like my birthday is changing in terms of what it means to me. It’s still exciting, I’m not old enough yet to wish the birthdays would stop coming or anything like that, but my thoughts tend to get a little more serious than they used to.
I know this is going to sound strange but for some reason 22 seems so much older than 21 to me. It just sounds more mature or something, I don’t even know. I woke up this morning with this feeling that I needed to hurry up and do something on my last day as a 21-year-old. I don’t have any idea what it was that I needed to do, but it was just this feeling. I find myself wanting to be a little more “grown-up” now. Again, not sure what this entails, it’s just this vague inclination.
I have a lot of things to do while I’m 22. Here in the next few months I have to work on boosting my GPA a bit, taking the GRE, and applying to grad schools. I will [hopefully] be walking in graduation in May, and actually receiving my diploma in December. I’ll be taking my first summer classes. My roommate/very good friend is getting married in May and I really want to go to the wedding. When summer rolls around again I’ll get to see my best friend (IN PERSON because as awesome as Skype is, it really just isn’t the same) and, all fingers and toes crossed, meet my Mallows. I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking about taking action in some areas of my life where I’ve been feeling some dissatisfaction, so there’s that as well.
Anyway, just some stuff running through my head on the eve of my birthday. I think I’m going to enjoy my 22nd year.