22 is gone.

In 45 minutes, I turn 23 years old. In 45 minutes, I begin my final semester of college, and get ready to enter the real world that I've heard so many damn people talk about during the 17 years of my educational experience.

Being 22, I learned a lot, probably more than any other year. I can attribute that to living on my own for the majority of the year, experiencing as much as I could, including:

• going to Mammoth Cave.
• going backpacking for the first time at Daniel Boone National Forest.
• going skydiving; I wouldn't say it was as thrilling as everyone makes it out to be, but it was still cool.
• actually meeting and developing relationships with girls past "just friends." Didn't know I had it in me haha.
• letting myself drink freely without worrying too much about the repercussions.
• finding a good group of guys to hang out with (the Spectacular Six)
• interviewing and traveling; even if those interviews didn't pan out, it was still a good time and I ultimately got the job I wanted.

I'm going to make the most of the next 365 days (well, the rest of my life, really), but we'll focus on twelve months to begin with. 4 more months of school, 2 months of traveling, and 6 months of working in Kentucky. I'm looking forward to all of it.

In ten minutes I turn 23. So instead of sitting at this computer and waiting for midnight to strike, I'm going to be completely unexciting and get ready for bed. Hey, the first day of class is tomorrow. I know I said I'd live life to the fullest, but cut me some slack, it's my birthday.