Life seems to be spiraling toward a post-grad life I've successfully avoided for 5 full years now.
It's not that I just don't want to grow up—it's not having a plan. It's not knowing where I'm living in six weeks or what I'm going to be doing in six weeks. I love my parents, I really do. But moving in with them, jobless, after spending (roughly) $120,000 on this education? BARF.
So this Wednesday I'm not wordless; I'm wistful. Wistful for Freshman year where skipping class and day drinking wasn't such a big deal. Wistful for going out with Mallory every night of the week and not having a monster hangover.
I'm (almost)(sorta) ready to start my post-grad grown up life. Until then, Immma be a little wistful.