Hi, everyone. Today’s my birthday. I got a cake to prove it!
A lot of my friends are older than me, and by writing this article I can almost feel the “Oh, shut up, you’re still young!” But hear me out.
25 is when you stop being a young adult and become an adult adult. There is no excuse for not being able to do things anymore. You’re expected to know how to change a baby’s diaper. Drive a car. Fill out your tax returns.
25 is where your life begins.
Not that it’ll feel any different, probably; things will just hurt more and hangovers will last longer. I’m fairly happy with life so far, so it’ll be good to see where the second half of my twenties take me.