22.

A cousin of mine posted a status on facebook that confused me: "I feel like 22".  It was confusing because I am 22, but she is younger than me, so why would she feel like 22?  Apparently she was quoting Taylor Swift song lyrics.  I didn't remember that Taylor Swift was my age.  22 is a weird age.  At 18 you can buy spray paint -- and other things, but I got the ID for the art projects.  At 21 you can have a drink.  22... seems old if you're a teenager, but now that I'm that age, leaning closer and closer to 23, I realize that 22 is still just young, and I frequently feel young, naive, still a child.  I don't know what I could do that would make me "feel my age" but I have a feeling that most choices people make that may do that for them are decisions filled with regret.  22 for me is a year of being partially in the real world and realizing that I don't like it.  There are good moments, but I always secretly long for that place of contentment and bliss that I often equate with living in a cabin in the woods -- maybe with a potter's wheel, some clay, and a kiln.  School burnt me out, and retail is tough.  I don't know what I'm supposed to do that will really be the right choice for me.  I feel forever at a crossroads.