Waiting...

Sometimes I feel as if I'm just hanging out waiting...okay edit I feel like I'm always sitting around waiting, but for what? I was just sitting in my room playing Mario listing to Freebird and it struck me, in less than 8 months I'll be 23. This spring I was supposed to graduate from College, and I was going to do a backpack trip through Europe to celebrate. Over two years ago I realized this was just a dream and I'd be in school much longer than expected. What am I doing with my life? 23 is not old, I won't pretend that it is, but look how fast it crept up on me. Soon I'll look back and I'll be 30 and then 40 and before long I'll be my Papa's age. The years are increasing in speed and I'm starting to feel as if I'm wasting it. Clarkie came over tonight, and his fiancee called him. I listened to him talk to her and saw his demeanor change, and smack another shining example of people growing up. Why can't we stay here a little longer? Why can't Lost night be our thing for another 5 or 6 years? Why can't I always sleep on an air mattress and go to class and work? This is safe, this is comfortable, this is home...but for how much longer.