twentysomething

So I turned 24. A while ago, actually. On the 11th. This whole time I've been trying to see it as "the last year of my early twenties" but as it turns out (according to my roommates), I'm actually now in my mid-twenties, if you split it up evenly. Womp, womp. So I just prefer the term "twentysomething."

I know I'm still young and I'm not TOO freaked out (yet). I'll probably freak out when I'm 30. I guess I just never really pictured myself being 24 or what I'd be doing with my life. This is all unchartered territory.

Birthdays are funny because I will get happy birthday wishes from people I haven't spoken to for months or even years (thanks, facebook notifications!), and on the other hand I won't hear from people I consider relatively close to me.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like there's a hierarchy of birthday wishes based on your degree of friendship with people, thanks to technology. The levels range from old acquaintances up to best friends and family, filled with others in between.

The bottom level is a wish via facebook wall post. (These are friends but also people I haven't seen since high school)

I'd say the next level up is the happy birthday text message. (Friends that are close enough to have my phone number, but only use it for texting)

Then comes the happy-birthday card sent by real mail. (People close enough to know my home address)

Above that is the happy-birthday phone call and conversation. (Close friends and family that have the number and take the time to say happy birthday with their own voice)

And the top level is the real life, flesh-and-blood human interaction happy birthday dinner and celebration. (Besties and immediate family)

I only have one picture from that night. Anne took this picture before the ladies took me to a delicious birthday sushi dinner. :)

Age is just a number. You're as young as you feel. Here's to another year young!