24 Jahre alt

I was OK with 22 and 23, but at 24 you can't pretend you're young enough to do dumb things like get into a fight with your family because you're being too sensitive or cry about how badly you want to live in Europe.

24 is "real adult" age when stuff starts to get real. My friends are LAWYERS. They're going to med school or grad school or whatever else school they need to add some extra letters to the end of their names. They're getting engaged and talk to me about babies! We have stuffy jobs where we get paid real money, pay rent, go on dates, sign up for health insurance, and have "lessons" to teach those younger than us.

I'm sad about 24 because I'm not ready to cross the threshold into real adulthood. I still feel like I'm 16 and planning my life, and then I have weird moments where I'm like "this is it. You're living it. It's what you make of it. Don't waste it..."

For my birthday (quarantine edition) I got lots of flowers, a surprise chocolate cupcake delivery, and I tried to recreate my favorite strawberry shortcake from Konditor Meister. I ended the day with a sunset serenade at Bode Museum and rewatched Bend it Like Beckham with Audrey.

Some '"weird feeling" excerpts from Sally Rooney's Normal People.