The Year of 22
The original title for this post is The Year of 21, but I was stucked for A-year and now I'm 22 already.
My expectation to be an adult is so adventurous. I thought being an adult (the 20 something) is so cool. I can wear the sophisticated outfits, I buy the things I wanted, I can go anywhere anytime, I meet up with friends, I work then go home.
Actually, I just live my life two years over the twenty. I just graduated about 6 months ago. However, I found it a bit mysterious, challenging and troublesome. Why do I say so? Well, maybe I'm not well prepared or no one ever tell me the reality before. Neither my parents nor my sisters. They just let me pass through this phase, and have a 'taste' of real life by myself. I mean that was tough at first. But now I'm getting used to it.
Comparing my expectations and the reality now I'm living:
- Yes, I wear sophisticated outfits. Not the way I imagined it would be but now I'm so comfy with my style.
- Not really, I bought some my dream things and stuffs, but the expensive ones? Not yet. Why? Because I'm penniless, just in case you are wondering.
- Can't say so, but it's getting better. What I really mean is, I'm allowed to go somewhere or travel to places I want if I make my itinerary right (blimey, I always do). But the thing is, I need to save my money before I do it and I need to find my free schedule (as if I have a work to do, lmfao).
- Doubt it, they're all burning the candle at both ends. It's hard to find the perfect time to meet up. Either we are broke at the moment or we are too tired to lift up our body from bed. My other friends? They are all around the island, it's not that easy.
- I don't even know how to put this into words yet.
Well, I guess what Taylor said about 22 is correct. However, I haven't lived it up to the most (or along with my friends, like Taylor Swift did).
In conclusion:
Well, 22 isn't the age to sum up everything. So, cheers to another loving, surprising, mesmerizing, challenging adventure of life.
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