Today I am 24, so I thought it would be befitting to post some old pics of a 23-year-old me in my old apartment. I love living in an old house in Denver and working in the heart of downtown in an old historic building, but a part of me misses this old apartment sometimes. I had more roomies then, and there was always someone to chat with in our big, light open space. My year of being 23 (and a redhead) brought me HUGE life lessons, my first job, my first unemployment experience, two kitties and lots of new shoes. In fact, I thought to myself the other day that I should slow down on the shoe buying a) for my pocketbook’s sake and b) because my closet does not grow exponentially per year as my shoe collection does. Tonight I’m going out for sushi at Sushi Den with lots of fabulous people, enjoying the beginning of fall, and my 20’s– because I know I will miss this time one day.