Today I am 23 and I look old.
That's somewhat of a lie because I still look 16 but to my eyes I look weary. Perhaps it's this city, the stress of the unknown.
22 was an eventful year. I moved to a cold city by a lake, fell in love, had my heart broken, earned my master's degree, moved to another cold city on an island, became a maid of honor, applied for over 70 jobs, questioned myself, made new friends and decided that life could be started all over again.
Oh my. What could 23 bring?
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