Lately I have just been feeling, blah. It's another year in the same town where teeny boppers are flowing in from all corners of the state. I guess this would be fun, if you are in fact a teeny bopper yourself. But let's face it; I am not. Being 23 isn't the tough part.. The tough part is being in a college town when you technically aren't in college anymore. I think I can say I have gotten everything out of this ride.
I don't know if it's the being "old" part that I am having trouble with. After spending years bidding farwell to friends, I have sort of gotten used to losing people I care about. I am lucky to still have those rare moments when I can let loose with friends. Whether it be a weekend trip home, or a much anticipated visit from college friends, I treasure the times when I am around people I truly feel at ease with.
This realization has left me feeling a bit out of sorts. Usually I am a happy-go-lucky kind of gal, but lately during this transition period, I am lost. I know this is all a part of growing up and finding out who you are, but I have never been good with transitions. I absolutely, positively hate change. I get comfortable and snuggle into something and never, ever want to leave. Obviously this isn't the healthiest thing, but ignorance is bliss.
It just makes me wonder why we can't just be babied all of our lives? Can't I just move back home and earn my keep babysitting my baby brother, or my dog? I wonder what my Mom would say if I proposed this idea to her.. I'm sure I know the answer. But man, does this girl look happy! Just living the dream....
But more importantly, I just want to know if it will be acceptable to drink Four Lokos when I am 30. I'm approaching that checkpoint faster than I ever thought was possible, and I want a reward when I cross that finish line.