I turn 23 in two days. I'm not necessarily excited to be 23, but I'm a little relieved not to be 22 anymore. For some reason, 22 was the hardest age for me to remember. Whenever anyone asked me how old I was, I always answered 21 or 23. Thinking back on it I have a very foggy idea of what it's been like to be 22. Being 21 is all about flashing your brand-new drivers license, and being 20 is about not being a teenager anymore. But 22? That's not really fun. And 23 is well on your way to being a full-fledged adult.
And while that might not be better, per se, I hopefully won't look like an idiot when I have to give someone my age.