I had an epiphany last night. I was out with friends and we started talking about things we were excited about. One of my oldest friends that I swam with back in high school is turning 21 in a couple of weeks, so we were excited about that. Everyone will be starting their senior year of college in the fall, so we were excited about that. Everyone, that is, but me.
Now, the rest of the group is already 21–some will be turning 22 in the fall. However, I’ll be 23 in the middle of June. So these friends are not that much younger than me–most of them about a year younger, they are just farther behind me in their school work. So why do I feel so dadgum OLD??

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a few months now. But last night, it really got me thinking. One of my friends was depressed about her 22nd birthday coming up, and to console her another friend joked, “Hey–22 is the new 21.” It was then that they remembered I’d be 23 soon so one of them said, “And 23 is the new 22…sorry SB!” It was all in good fun–just friends acknowledging that we’re growing up QUICKLY. But it bothered me.
I didn’t feel old last year, when I was 21 and a senior in college. I didn’t feel immediately old when I turned 22, and I definitely didn’t feel old when I got my first big kid job in the real world in August. In fact, I felt like a BABY! I was the youngest in the office by a good 5 years. So why now, am I feeling so old, when it’s only been a year since I got my undergrad degree and my first semester of grad school? I came up with some theories.
1. Turning 21 is a catch-22. When you’re under 21, you feel young. You’re too young to legally drink, get into certain bars and casinos, and hang out at the club with all your legal friends. The iconic “Big 2-1″ is something you count down to, and being 21 is awesome. You go to all the places you could never go before, and you finally don’t feel like a little kid. You feel cool.

getting carded on my 21st birthday
But then, you turn 22 and it pales in comparison. The celebration isn’t as huge, you can’t do anything different than you did before. You’re just simply 22. You’re not a new adult, really. You’ve already been an adult for a year. There’s this feeling that it’s just not quite right to be as immature/carefree/young as you were before. Which is just a part of growing up, but you really feel it here.
2. The dreaded timeline is something I hate, but we all have one. Whether it’s a timeline for your career, your schooling, relationship status, when you want to have kids, whatever…you probably have an internal timeline of some kind. I graduated from college, turned 22, and suddenly I felt pressure. Pressure to be a really mature adult that knew what I wanted to do in life and knew how to make it happen. People have this fantasy of graduating and finding a dream job that pays good money, a serious relationship status, and a cool place of your own to live. I felt all of these pressures. But here was my reality. I had an entry level job that paid well, but was far from my dream job. I had just ended the horrible back-and-forth relationship I had been in my entire senior year, so was still emotionally hurting. I moved back into my mom’s house (who ironically ended up remarrying and moving out, anyway…but that’s another story.)
3. I’m a grad student. I just have a lot of friends that haven’t finished their undergrad. Many of my friends are fifth-year seniors, and we are exactly the same age, some are even older than me. But there’s this weird stigma with grad school–it’s associated with being older and mature. And its true–you need to be fairly mature to handle grad school. But there is no rational reason I should feel older than my friends who are actually older than me, just further behind in school.
4. I have a lot of younger friends. In high school, and in college I had friends of all ages. Some were 5 years older than me, some 4 years younger than me. A lot of this had to do with swimming–we all had a common goal and were part of the same team–your age didn’t really matter. Your dedication did. Many of my high school swimming friends didn’t swim in college, and many of them are here at my new university. Which is fabulous–I get to hang out with them and we’re having a blast! I didn’t feel old around them back in high school when we were swimming together. But now that the swimming factor is out of the equation, age is a little more prominent. Just a fact of life.

my swimming friends from high school. I am 17 here. The age ranges in this picture are from 14-19. Does it look like anyone cares? Because we don’t.
I have decided that I’m going to dedicate a section of this blog to life after college. I know so many people who feel that the good life “ends” after college, or that “it’s all downhill after 21.” People are scared and don’t know what to expect from the future. I’m going to write about it—about everything from grad school, the working world, and just life after college. I hope you enjoy the struggles, triumphs, advice, and tips I share with you, as I add this new section to my blog. :)