Memories

While waiting for Derek to pick me up from school, I was messing around online and found the Lawrence website in my addresses. I went to the Alumni section to read the Class Notes, finding myself curious about what my classmates are doing. So many of them are married, have jobs, and are doing the things they talked about doing when we were young and carefree (i.e., free of obligations). I miss those days. I miss those people.

Often I think that being an adult is highly overrated. I think, "I wanted to grow up for THIS?" If I had known what I was getting myself into, maybe I would have been a little less eager to grow up and a little more eager to enjoy what I was doing.

But on the other hand, it does feel pretty good to be the one making the decisions and not the one for whom the decisions are made.

On the other other hand, sometimes it's a whole lot easier when someone else makes those decisions for you.

Bleh. This is too philosophical. Think I'll go home and have a glass of wine with dinner. Mmm. Alcohol. Now I remember why I like being an adult.