Well Taylor Swift, I don't exactly know what you mean quite yet. Maybe it's because I've only been 22 for three days now, or maybe I just don't understand the song, but I don't know what 22 is supposed to feel like.
Not to repeat myself, but 2016 was hands down the best year of my life, and for a majority of the year I was 21. [If you don't know why, read about it here.] And quite honestly, I don't know if 22 will be able to live up to it. I've got big plans for this year including travel and a move, which I'm absolutely excited for, but with the start of 2017 being rather blah for a myriad of reasons including lots of snow in Boston, I don't feel excited in the moment.
My best friends of course, were not going to let me be a Debbie Downer on my birthday, and did everything in their power, including champagne, vegan cake, flowers + more, to cheer me up all day, despite there being nearly 18 inches of freshly fallen snow from the day before outside. We brunched, I got my hair done at drybar, got dolled up in this beautiful Trina Turk dress from Rent the Runway, enjoyed dinner with several friends, and danced the rest of the night away.
Yes, I'm sure 22 will be great. Maybe not as great as 21, maybe better, who really knows. All I know right now is that I feel beyond lucky to have such wonderful people in my life to celebrate the ups and downs with.