Yesterday was my 23rd birthday.
Goodbye to the days of singing Taylor Swift's '22'.
22 was by far the best year of my life.
It was the year I moved across the world to England.
But it's time to let go of 22 and move on to 23.
This year, my 23rd year, I'm looking forward to:
Graduating with a Masters Degree
Moving into my very own apartment here in England
Getting a big girl job
23 obviously marks a more grown up me.
The things I look forward to are no longer silly,
but actually have purpose.
But that doesn't mean I still can't act young.
Because let's face it, 23 is still pretty young.
Despite the fact I have ZERO pictures from my 23rd birthday,
it was one of the best birthdays I've had.
J and I spent the day wandering around Bristol,
playing mini golf,
eating Spanish food,
and watching Game of Thrones.
Needless to say, it was perfect (rainy) day.
So here's to 23, and the next amazing year in my life!
Let's hope Blink-182 isn't right about being 23...
And happy birthday to all the bloggers who share a birthday week with me!