Today is my 24th birthday.
I've actually had a massive freak out about turning 24. I'm not sure why- many a person I know has panicked about turning 20 or 21, but after that most of my friends seem to be accepting their increasing age with far more dignity than I am. I am massively freaked out about the fact that I am now officially mid twenties, which sounds awfully grown up- and I am in no way, shape, or form grown up. I'm currently living in a friend's spare room, having just started a job which may or may not be a career for me. I just guess I always thought that by 24, I would be settled and acting like an actual grown up. In actual fact, I feel like a child with alcohol, to paraphrase my friend R.
23 was a good year. It was a happy year, and a properly grown up year. I'm starting 24 feeling unsettled, and a bit confused, but happy in all sorts of ways. I have my fingers very tightly crossed that this year will be as good as 23, and that I'll end it knowing even more about who I am as an adult. I'm terrified about turning 24 (mostly because I have an irrational fear of not being the youngest in my office- and I think at 24, there is every likelihood that a young 22 year old will sneak in and steal my Office Baby crown), but also really quite excited. 24 should be good.
And if not, there's always wine and cake.