I’m visiting my sister for a few days and it is incredibly strange passing by all the old places I used to frequent in college.
I have made a point not to go near my old college campus for almost 3 years now because I hated it so much there, but passing by the buildings and even my old house today made me surprisingly nostalgic for the “old days”.
I think it’s because I finally started to feel like a real and true adult this past year and part of me is joyful as hell about that because I love my adult life but there’s also a part of me that misses the irresponsible days of my late teens/early twenties, living with my best friends, partying several times a week, sleeping on the floor with my boyfriend, making barely enough money to get by but not caring because we all had each other and a case of beer and enough Star Trek and Lost DVDs to see us through…
Everything’s different now. I’m married. I have responsibilities. I’m thinking about kids. I talk to my parents every week and my idea of a fun night is watching Netflix in a blanket burrito. And all of that is so fucking fantastic.
It’s just so crazy how much life changes. It’s so gradual you don’t even realize until you look back.
Tonight made me realize that even though I hated so much of living in this city, I had so many amazing experiences with beautiful, wonderful people and I would do well to remember that more often.