If 40 is the new 30 and 30 is the new 20, then 24 is somewhere between dazed & confused and probably caffeinated. Twenty four is kind of like Taylor’s 22 but a little less miserable and hopefully more magical; a cross between effective decision-making & hopeless indecision; the balance of adulting & actual adulthood.
Hey, nobody likes you when you’re 23. And while 24 is “really f*cking old” (according to my friend), I’m excited for it.
Ampersand 