Today is my birthday, and so it’s time for a little reflection. I wanted to reflect on the last year of my life as 22 was one of the most, if not the most, formative years of my life thus far. Twenty-two brought becoming an auntie, my move from California to Virginia, my first year of law school, and my first legal job. It’s been a very big year in so many ways, but I think the biggest trend for my twenty-second year was change. Change came in many forms: where I lived, how I felt about myself, who I believe I am, etc. There’s been so much change it’s hard to keep track of it all. I want to be able to remember my life well, but sometimes life moves so fast it’s difficult to take it all in. My twenty-second year felt like it was moving at a glacial pace for a long time, but now that I’m sitting here, 23, I realize the year actually went so quickly. I know people say the older you get, the faster the years go, but I always have trouble believing this until it’s happening.
Anyway, 22 is a weird age. I feel so old but also like I still have so much time! I remember when I was younger, I used to believe that 22 year olds had their lives together. I mean, 22 just seemed too old to a mere fifteen years old me. The other night my high school best friend and I were talking about our careers, and we had this moment of “Woah, we’re old.” However, we’re still not that old. We still have so much time to make things happen. Now that I’m 22 I can tell you 22 is not that old. At 22, I am still a student, still unemployed most the year, and I have yet to feel like I have all my stuff together. There are still so many unsettled variables in my life. I may be living in Virginia now, but in two years, I’m hoping to be in California working. However, getting a job is so dependant on various things, it’s hard to know if my plans will come to fruition. I’m standing at the line between my twenty-second year and my twenty-third year and this is what I can tell you: I’m happy and I’m working to achieve my goals. I am constantly trying to better myself and seek out opportunity, and I try to kindle the fire inside me that pushes me forward in my career and personal life.
I love being an auntie. I enjoy being in a new part of the country, getting to know people I wouldn’t otherwise know. I’m learning so much about myself and other people. I would say 22 was the year I really figured out who I am. I figured out who I am by putting myself in a completely new environment away from support system. Now I’m not saying you have to do this to find out who you are, but I am saying that being very far from home in an intense environment forced me to learn about many aspects of myself and I’m better because of that experience.
I will close by saying 22 was probably one of the most important years of my life, and will definitely be a year that I remember in detail. When I get to the end of my life, I think I’ll look back at 22 as the year things shifted. Before I moved away, I wasn’t sure I’d return to California. Before I became an auntie, I wasn’t sure I wanted kids. I started law school and realized that while the road to it is not smooth or easy, my career is with the law. So, I’m toasting 22 and welcoming 23 with open arms.