The Big 23

So my birthday was last Friday, and there wasn’t a big hooplah this time around. I also didn’t feel the need for a big hooplah either, so May 19 came and went just like any other day. At least Frank and Mel did a little something for me by spamming my room with birthday baloons and streamers (awwww… thanks guys!). I was quite confuzzled and surprised when I opened my bedroom door coming back from work.

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So I think 22 was a good year for me, there was a lot that happened.

I met Ashleigh this year and we fell for each other pretty quickly. Unfortunately I had to move back to Edmonton shortly after and things haven’t quite been the same ever since. Now that I’m back I guess there’s a lot to “patch up” since we broke up during reading week. Regardless, having met her has changed the way I think and who I am quite a bit. Maybe her sarcastic wit has fermented into a little maturity in me.

It’s also the year where I think at some point I decided to take life a lot more seriously than I have in the past few years. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not, but life no longer passes as day-to-day and I see things in goals/projects more often. This gave me a drive to do things I’ve always wanted to do, and to put more effort into things that I’ve often neglected like school. Coming back from internship I focused a lot more on school, and it paid off well. The last term has been my strongest academic performance in all of my 4 years of university.

It’s also the year when a dear friend of mine passed away in a tragic car accident. I know I’ve mentioned here how amazing of a person she was, but words can’t really express it and you would have to have met her to understand it. In a lot of ways, Chelsy’s passing away has had a positive effect on my outlook. I think I’ve had a greater appreciation for each day, and to avoid taking time for granted. So I’ve been a lot more positive and light-hearted because I now understand to live otherwise is just a waste of life. Not only that, but reflecting on the short time that I knew her gives some sort of inspiration.

Being away from home and then coming back has given me new perspective as well. The idea that moving out of the home is a “coming of age” period is something that I can reaffirm. Not only that, but I guess I’ve “come of age” but moving out of an age group bracket. The whole 18-22 age group is now gone, and I think I have moved on out of it. Yes, this means I can’t party ’til 5 in the morning anymore and I start yawning at 11 at night. I definitely still could if I wanted to, but I don’t know if I’d want to anymore and that’s changed.

So there we have it, my attempt at a grab all for the last year of my life. I hope my 23rd year is just as interesting as my 22nd.

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