Cheers to 23!

Cheers to 23!

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 23! Wait, you mean that’s not how the song goes?

I’ve officially retired the unofficial Taylor Swift anthem for all 22-year-olds and joined the “cheers to 23” club. Another year has passed and I can’t believe how much I’ve done. During my 22nd year, I graduated from college, moved to St. Louis, moved back to Orlando, then moved to Denver, CO. I’ve traveled to San Francisco for the first time and then again 8 month later. Some pretty epic road trips across most of the country we’re also apart of the mix. I finally got to check out the new Diagon Alley expansion of The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios Orlando. I was even able to be an advisor to a chapter of my sorority, Alpha Xi Delta, in Missouri! I moved away from friends and family, but this adventure I’ve been on has been so amazing- and it helps that I’ve had Vishal by my side! Really, so much has happened and this is just a little snapshot. I have no doubt 23 will bring even more fun and adventure throughout the year.

To celebrate, Vishal took me out to the most adorable little wine bar-type place on 16th Street Mall in downtown Denver. It is called Crú Food and Wine Bar and it was delicious! We each enjoyed a wine flight, snacked on an incredible cheese plate, and I enjoyed the most delicious filet mignon I’ve had in a long time, while Vishal enjoyed a great mini stone-fired pizza.

Cheers!

With Love,

Steph

Getting Older

Getting Older
Just a few months ago, I celebrated my twenty-second birthday. I couldn’t help but realize how  strange it was- feeling like it was just yesterday that I was sixteen and a junior in high school dreaming of college and the places after that. Now, if only I was sixteen again and wasn’t worrying about  getting older and trying to get most out of life as possible.
On my birthday, people kept asking me the typical “do you feel older” question. I just laughed it off, as does anyone who doesn’t really know the best way to answer a question, But no. I didn’t feel older. I don’t think anyone ever physically feels older on their birthday…except for maybe for the twenty-first birthday when you can legally do more, but for twenty-two, no. It is just as pointless as twenty was. But, one thing I did realize: although I did not feel older, I came to the mental realization that I am getting older. It is a completely different feeling and brings on a completely different set of emotions, and possibly a few “quarter-life” crises.
I am getting older and life around me is making even more aware of that. Going back to the time of my birthday, graduation was growing near, I was packing up my student apartment, and watching my younger friends pick out their class schedules for the next year. I was officially getting into that “real-world” adulthood phase that was always looming around the corner and now it has finally crept up on me. It all seems so final.
Life during college seems to go by SO much faster than my high-school years and I feel that these quick years will become the norm. With everyday being close to a cycle and planning dates throughout the next year in my planner, it is no wonder how people get into this never-ending cycle in life and before we know it 2015 will be here in a blink of an eye.
So, with everything I have just typed out for the world to see, I am making a pact: a goal to treat everyday as bringing me something new, to pay attention to the small things throughout my day that I might not have noticed before, to wake up positively, to do my best to try new things, make spontaneous decisions, and to, overall, find my passions in life and pursue them. Because after college, there is no longer that sense of “I can do everything and try everything because I am a student taking classes with no rent, real responsibilities, or anything holding me down”. Life suddenly gets real.