We all know the 22 song by Ms Swift, and the famous ‘Nobody likes you when you’re 23’ lyric, but there are no songs to signify the act of turning 24 years of age.
Does this mean it’s an age less important than those previous or those to follow? Since ‘nobody likes you when you’re 23,’ maybe nobody cares when you turn 24.
But anyway, as you may have guessed, I recently turned the grand old age of 24 at the weekend.
It’s become somewhat of a tradition to write these posts as I do so every year. You can catch up with previous instalments below (yes, I’ve been at this blogging thing a while now):
- Nobody Likes You When You’re 23
- I Don’t Know About You But I Just Turned 22
- The Art of Turning 21
- 20 Things I’ve Learnt In 20 Years
The year of being 23
I usually start these blog posts off by looking back at the year that was. Well Christ, where do I start with the past 12 months?
Did I think I would have another birthday in lockdown? Definitely not. But at least on the flip side, I wasn’t in quarantine for this birthday and was able to go outside to enjoy my first day of a new birth year.
Am I still bitter about spending my birthday in New York locked up in my flat? You can bet your bottom dollar I am.
Imagine, going to New York the August previous with high hopes of what my birthday in New York City was going to be like.
A rooftop bar overlooking the Manhattan skyline perhaps? An amazing dinner followed by a show on Broadway? A table in a prestigious nightclub provided by an Irish promoter?
A Zoom quiz with my three flatmates and some beers was the ticket.
Hoooowever, before I start to sound like Ebenezer Scrooge on Christmas Eve, my year of being 23 wasn’t all bad.
2020 wasn’t that bad
Looking back, I still had an amazing latter six months in New York and made a few trips around the state before making my way back to Ireland in September.
I was kept on at my New York job back in the UK which was great as the thought of entering the job market in the middle of a pandemic was not appeasing.
I moved back to my adopted home of Liverpool in October along with my boyfriend (how grown up of me), and have spent a lovely six months in my favourite city in the world.
Of course, it hasn’t been the same Liverpool that I’ve come to know, but hopefully soon I’ll be able to grace the Raz at 5am again.
24 isn’t looking too shabby
Along with the rest of the world I may have lost a year of my life in numerous lockdowns and been among the few to experience two lockdown birthdays (us Aries always aim to exceed), but the coming year is looking hopeful.
I just last week started a new job which I am loving so far, and let me tell you it just feels right to be back in the world of influencer marketing. I’m working on campaigns that I can see in real life and I know that I’m actually making somewhat of a difference in the world of marketing. I’ve missed that.
In a few weeks’ time, my boyfriend and I are moving to Edinburgh to experience life in Scotland. Since we’re both working remotely, we thought it opportune to take advantage of this as renters and move around while working from our laptops.
I’ve constantly been told that I would love Edinburgh, and so without ever having been, I’m moving there in a few weeks’ time. Before you think I’m crazy, I had never been to either Liverpool or New York before moving so I’m all about experiencing something fresh!
Other than job and life changes, I’m hopeful that I’ll be receiving my COVID-19 vaccine when I’m 24 and I’m hopeful that I may be able to go on holiday too. I have a few more cities on my list that I want to live in before settling somewhere for a while, but this will also most likely happen in the latter half of the year.
This time next year
In these birthday blog posts I always like to imagine where I’ll be when I’m writing my next birthday post, and what I’ll be doing 12 months from now.
When I’m writing this post at the old age of 25, I hope that I’m still enjoying my new job and that I’ll have been promoted. I expect that I’ll be in London, living in a flat with my boyfriend, working from home.
I’m hopeful that I’ll have taken advantage of my working remotely status and worked for a brief stint in a European country (COVID-19 dependant).
I hope that in the next 12 months I will still have this blog and have kept up and grown my new project, my podcast and have interviewed a number of amazing guests.
I imagine that by this time next year I will look very much the same, have read 80 books in 2021 and have 15 books under my belt by March 2022. I hope that I’ll have been to a concert recently, or have a ticket for an upcoming concert.
Overall, if I fast forward to March 2022, I hope to be happy, healthy, doing well in my career and possibly looking at moving and living somewhere new.