How is it even possible that today is my 23rd birthday? I feel in equal parts as young as I ever have and as old as I ever will.
Last year I told myself I wanted to spend my twenty-third in Paris. I think I’ve one-upped myself as I have spent the first four hours of my birthday dipping my toes in the sea and walking through a french market eating a croissant and refueling as needed with cafe noisettes.
I am absolutely blissfully happy.