At 23 I have gotten the hang of a few adult things, like budgeting and keeping up with dentist appointments, but not others, like keeping my room clean.
At 23 I am more confused about what I am doing with my life and where I am going than I ever have been.
At 23 I am embarking on my 6th year living in D.C. and I have barely scratched the surface of this place.
At 23 I am definitely a city dweller.
At 23 I have slightly less of a sweet tooth than I used to, but I am still obsessed with pizza. In fact, I have eaten pizza every single day this week (we can call it birthday week).
At 23 I am reading more for pleasure than I have since I started high school.
At 23 I am creating more than I ever thought I would, but definitely not enough.
At 23 I am trying to worry less, be less practical, and have a little more fun.
At 23 I am an shy introvert trying to come out of my shell.
At 23 I am realizing that making my way in the world is HARD, but also remembering that I have gotten this far.
At 23 I still cannot wear heels.
At 23 I don't plan to force myself to.
At 23 Florence & the Machine is the only music I want to listen to.
At 23 I have no idea how to make friends as an adult.
At 23 I am a morning person who has a hard time waking up on weekdays.
At 23 my favorite color is pink, I think. Or yellow. Or white, for furniture.
At 23 I have two tattoos and plan on getting more.
At 23 I was planning on making this list 23 items long, but when I ran out of ideas I decided to just let it go.