Yes blog readers, it's true. I'm officially 23 years old. How did I grow up so fast??
23 is definitely another age where I felt like I should feel much older on my birthday. I clearly remember turning 10 and expecting to feel some sort of impact of the double digits. Same with 18, and again with 21. 23 also seems important to me because it is the first "post-college and into the real world" age.
23 has treated me well so far - my co-workers got me beautiful boquet of purple tulips, my parents and Emily got me a lovely vase of Gerbera daisies and mums and my roommate, Rachel, got me a potted daffodil. Spring has to be on its way with all of these flowers brightening up my desk at work and table at home!