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Erin graduated from college in May 2008 and was surprised at the lack of resources for college students about what the transition into the "real world" is really like. In an effort to share her experience as a recent college graduate and create a resource for college students and recent grads, she created College Grad Lessons.

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Turning 22

I turn 22 next week. I know that in the grand scheme of things that I’m still young, but I can’t help but look at turning 22 as the end of my youth. Sure, perspective and outlook on life play into what “old” actually is, and I certainly don’t expect to wake up 22 and feeling much different than the day before or even the year before. However, I’m still a little sad about it. Obviously turning 21 is a big deal in the United States, so maybe it’s just that 22 is a lot less exciting.

For those of you that have already experienced turning 22, how did your 22nd year compare to your 21st year? Everyone, how have your friends celebrated 22? Did anything change between 21 and 22?

3 Responses to “Turning 22”

  1. phampants Says:

    22 was the best year of my life. It was the hardest year (emotionally) because I was getting over a breakup, starting life after college and losing my network of friends, and getting a job only to lose it cuz my HS was closing and starting a new job that I hated…however, the adventures I had that year were beyond imaginable. It was a party and a half. Don’t worry. 22 will top 21 easily. =)

  2. Amber Says:

    I felt “grown up” when I turned 20. But when I think of it 20 is actually really young and so is 22. I think I might have a bit of a crisis when I turn 25 though!

    Happy Birthday, I hope your birthday week is good!!!

  3. Ashley Says:

    22 was a big year because I graduated from college and moved away to grad school. It was a good year, because I was out on my own, but hadn’t quite yet become bitter about money and other annoying adult things that I thought I’d already experienced, but hadn’t. I don’t remember how I celebrated, though.