Yesterday was my 23rd birthday. Now I don’t have many qualms with the number 23 unlike a good proportion of society so I’m actually not that bothered about having “the number that’s everywhere” as my age for the next 365 days. But being 22 was actually pretty good fun, so before I pack up the birthday banners and eat the last of the birthday food it’s time for me summarise this past year in order to say adios and goodbye to being 22.
Packing a suitcase is easy to do, however remembering to pack pyjamas really isn’t.
Skin coloured tights are a life saver on a cold November day when you’re graduating, they disguise the blue-ish hue on the knees in order for photographs to be taken.
Cooking two burgers that are topped with bacon cheese and other toppings requires at least 2 trays, three pans and 4 knives. You could say I’m not a stranger to washing up.
When the TV programme is addictive you really can watch hours at a time *ahem* Game of Thrones.
Drinking water really does make your skin loads better, all the professionals are actually onto something.
Never make ice cream with whipping cream, it will expand in the churner and oozes out of the air holes, GBBO fail style. Double cream wins.
Keeping up with the Kardashians is much harder than you’d think.
Hospitals are not an enjoyable place to be, especially if you’re having a piece of sewing needle removed from your foot.
(Carried on from above) If your foot hurts and swells up slightly for ten days don’t just walk around on it until you finally see a doctor, it’s not worth the pain.
Mexican food is both easy to make and easy to eat, given there’s an endless supply of sour cream available (spice wimp over here).
It’s ok to want time off, working is long and hard and everyone needs to recharge batteries.
Missing my time at University will be a daily occurrence; and missing the pasties consumed and the hours spent in the library will also play a huge factor (I don’t miss five deadlines in one week though).
There’s a daily battle with what is considered a healthy body type or what a balanced diet really is, but right now I’m happy with my body, despite the slightly lumpy bits and the bits that stick out around bikini bottoms. Also I’m happy with my diet- fresh food over fast food any day.
Laughing makes the fine lines worth it, who wants to have no wrinkles and never show emotion?
It’s ok to cry at the man losing the scarf on the Nationwide advert and vow never to want to watch it again (for anyone who hasn’t seen it, click here, but be warned…do not watch if even slightly hormonal).
No matter what you do to make your suitcase stick out there is a good 76% chance someone else will walk away with that case (Mr Bag man if you’re reading this: I didn’t enjoy the trip back to the airport to pick up my suitcase the next day).
Nights in will always trump nights out; I can’t hear about my friends latest dating incident over ‘banging tunes’ now can I?
Not using Facebook, Instagram & Twitter as much is actually good for you, I mean who actually cares that 7 people got a Michael Kors watch for Christmas? They don’t keep your feet warm like my new fuzzy frog socks now do they? Exactly.
No matter how old I get my love for Disney will only increase (so much so that a lot of my birthday gifts this year were Disney related, *insert heart eyes emoji here*)
Well 22, I enjoyed the year together; lets just hope that myself and 23 get on just as well eh?