22

As in the age I wish I could go back to. I mean, Taylor says it all right there in the song! I got to thinking the other day when this song came on during a run. 22, was really as good as T. Swift sings?

For me? yeah! I turned 22 my senior year of college. I twirled my last games at Amon G. Carter Stadium with the band at TCU. I was dating a super sweet guy from high school. I travelled to London my last semester for an internship and travelled all over Europe. I started my first job, moved to Austin, left my first job and moved back to Fort Worth and began working full-time at TCU. I had my first two apartments all by myself. I made my first major purchase in the form of bedroom furniture that I still use to this day.

But, I also learned a lot about myself. What I liked, didn't like, wanted, didn't want. What its like to be told that I am not perfect and some people do not like me or how I work. I also suffered loss. My best friend's dad passed away, and my other best friend's younger brother passed away. My group of friend's from high school bonded and formed last friendship that perhaps wasn't there during college.

22. I partied. I gained the post-college 15. I lived on pb sandwiches and Little Cesear's $5 hot & ready pizza and cereal. For the first time I wasn't twirling.

Yes, 22 was a pivotal year for me. I went from college co-ed to world traveler to working woman in the course of one year. I made decisions that would cement who I was, where I was going and the things that would come. i was stupid, silly, frivolous, yest brave, adventurous and bold. It was pre-M, post everyone else from college life. 22 was just about me. Oh to be 22 again.

What about you? Would you do 22 again?