So I'm now 23 years old.
Last night, although it wasn't yet my birthday, I realized my age. Or more accurately, I realized the age I am no longer. I was waiting at the bus stop after taking a shopping trip before my admit arrives (it's admit weekend, and we've got 17 prospective students coming), watching down the road for the bus, trying to imagine when I was going to get all my work done. And then I started listening to the three Stanford undergrads sitting on the bench a few feet away. Their conversation went something like this, excerpted for interest:
"Oh my God I loooooove sushi! I even had sushi for lunch today, and I want more!"
"I loooove pink!"
"Oh my Gaaaaawwwdd I looooooove Harry Potter!!!"
"I know! We should go out this weekend for sushi, and then go to Coldstone!"
Brilliant young minds, right? And then it hit me, that I was no longer an undergrad, and that there were many aspects of that experience that I wouldn't want to go back to (namely: dorm food (EXCEPT for grilled salmon caesar salad at Prospect) and shared bathrooms).
Ahh I'm growing up!
More later, but thanks to Mum for the espresso machine!!
"It's been a long year, it's been a long day."