August is my
favorite month of the year, which is weird because I always find it
bittersweet. On one hand it’s still beautiful summer time, but there are always
moments in August that remind you that it’s all coming to an end. Rainy is my
favorite time of year, but I always feel as though summer is ripped away from
us too soon.
Yesterday was officially my last day as a 22-year-old and
today I’m becoming another year older. I'm twenty-three today! I wish I could
say that I didn’t mind this raging process, but I do. Just a little bit though.
It’s not really about getting older, it’s more about wanting to do so many
things and feeling as though time is going by way too fast. The last year has
been one of the best ones in my life so far, but I have absolutely no doubt that this year will be the best yet and I can’t
wait to see what my 23rd year has in store for me. I can only hope it will be
as happy, fulfilling and exciting as this one.
Another year
has slipped through my fingers and I have turned 23. I know 23 is still a
“young” age, but I can’t help but be shocked when I hear myself say, “I’m 23
years old.” When did that happen? When did I stop being 17? I guess it’s just a
natural part of growing up, but when your parents tell you to enjoy every
second of life because it flies by…they are right.
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