It's time to go.
Despite obviously being disappointed that I'm leaving Mike's house, I'm fairly "at peace" with it. It might just be some sort of mental coping mechanism coming into play, but I feel that maybe I've reached yet another apex in my life. I'm always going to view moving back home as taking two steps back, but at least I've had time to consider where to go from here and regret the fact that I never got to go to pharmacy school. With hope renewed, maybe this is more a positive thing than negative.
What's rather disarming, and frightening, is the fact that everyone else seems to be maturing while I stay the same person I've essentially always been. I've always assumed "growing up" to be a subconscious thing - should I be taking active steps to make myself more mature? And what should those steps be? If it was time to grow up, shouldn't I automatically be less driven to party, less driven to go see rock bands all the time? It's not as though I've never had any direction in life - though I'm interested in so many different things, I had concrete plans to go to school and graduate with a high-paying job. Is that not enough?
What's rather disarming, and frightening, is the fact that everyone else seems to be maturing while I stay the same person I've essentially always been. I've always assumed "growing up" to be a subconscious thing - should I be taking active steps to make myself more mature? And what should those steps be? If it was time to grow up, shouldn't I automatically be less driven to party, less driven to go see rock bands all the time? It's not as though I've never had any direction in life - though I'm interested in so many different things, I had concrete plans to go to school and graduate with a high-paying job. Is that not enough?