Thinking about the college years as I sit at my office desk. Mr. Nightmare is playing in the background. He is also talking about the college years and this particular set of horror stories remind me of college. Not in the horrifying way he intends, but as a different phase of life. Specifically, how I related to the world. How I thought about living conditions, drinking, friendships, and even how I spend my time.
All of that has changed now. Having a family has introduced me to the world of having and needing a crapload of stuff. I live between two houses and neither are below 2000 sq ft. This leads to a lot of stuff. I spent my time home tonight cleaning and figuring out how to fix stuff that is broken around the house. I spent money all day on similar projects on the other house. I love it. I love the happy feeling of moving in and experiencing the growth of a home and the hum of the people in it. I was less about that life in the college years–sure my room was a hangout, but it was as if I was one of those hanging and not the arbiter of such things.
I suppose this is what it means to grow up.
Some Thoughts:
- Exhausted.
- Trying a whiskey sour as a nightcap simply because I saw the mix in the cupboard. Really sweet. Too sweet. I shall be adding more whiskey to the mix post blog. That ought to lead to a good night’s sleep.
- Yes, I know it won’t but I’m going to believe that happy lie.