My birthday has come and gone, and I'm now 23. I have to say, I don't feel much different from 22 - but saying I'm 23 definitely feels weird. I'm now closer to 25 than 20. How sad. My teenage years gone and forgotten, and adult life is around the corner. Kind of.
Today is my college garden party, which will involve a lot of preparation: I need to buy food, cut food up, prepare drinks, set up tables, decorate tables with flowers and balloons; and before that, see my parents, pick up Soph, see C., etcetera etcetera. Basically, it's going to be very busy (but hopefully a lot of fun!).
Then I'll spend the night bopping and tomorrow going to Ikea with my dad to buy all the bits and pieces that are missing from the flat (in which we have basically finished moving in, apart from the monster of a suitcase I own which is full of my winter clothes and I dare not open).
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday will be spent in London working/seeing my mum. Basically, right now I'm in the eye before the storm, and after around 10 o'clock (in an hour and a half) I won't stop until Tuesday next week.
My life in Oxford is far too busy.