Feeling 22: What really happens between early and late 20’s

But I'm getting older

I read someone’s post the other day about “feeling 22” and realized that I was in a unique position – I am the same age as Taylor Swift, so when the song 22 came blaring over the airwaves 6 years ago, I was able to sing along loud and proud. 22 was a big year for me – graduating college, moving to Texas for summer work, and moving to Spain for a job. I also met so many new people, kept up with old friends, learned a new language.

Early 20s were an important time to me, but late 20s are now a different kind of important. I didn’t realize it at the time, but once I could answer the question, even a little, of “What will I do with my life?” there was a huge loss of stress. That stress was replaced with a different, in some ways harder question to answer: “Am I doing this right/well/do I want to do it any more?”

In my mid-20s there was a lot of joy over finding jobs that were a good fit, continuing my education to become more specialized, and finding the person I wanted to marry. After all of that, my life has gotten… tame, in a somewhat surprising way. Now that I have answered a lot of those questions for your 20s, I’m trying to figure out what is to be done with the years I have left before 30, and what the next challenge is.

One of the big ones for me is learning to love the place I live – neither Husband nor I are natives of this place, but through getting work and buying a house we found ourselves committed to this small midwestern city. We’re trying to find the people in the city that fit with us, but even more so we’re trying to figure out what positive impact we can have on our community. This wasn’t what I was doing when I was Feeling 22, but it feels just right right now.

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  1. displacedmountaineer September 14, 2017 @ 1:43 pm

    I love this personal reflection. I just turned 30 and have been reflecting back on my 20s in a similar way. I can also totally relate to learning to love where you live. My huz and I just recently moved to a new city that neither of us had even been to prior, and we know NO ONE! You may have inspired an upcoming post for me, thank you for that!

  2. kalifornicationx.wordpress.com September 14, 2017 @ 4:09 pm

    I really do like this. As the first post I’ve read on your blog I find this very relatable. It would seem nowadays that finding yourself in your 20s is becoming increasingly hard. Change is so rapid these days it’s hard to just remains still. This is both a blessing and a curse.

  3. florenceandtheai September 17, 2017 @ 8:22 pm

    I left my state for college. I returned, to another part, for work. I’ve been here since, and am on my second job. I’m 33. It took me a long time to value this place for itself and stop comparing it to the place where I grew up. As I’ve been here my feelings have switched. My hometown was a good place to grow up but it really offers nothing to my demographic. Visiting the place feels strange. Where I live now feels like home. It’s not like the rest of the state, and that can be refreshing.

    30 was awesome. I moved to a nicer apartment, traveled to Iceland, learned to ride a motorcycle and got the helix piercing I’d wanted since high school (Dad vetoed then). It is what you make of it.

    Thank you kindly for the follow.

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