Life QuestionsPosted: April 29, 2013
Since my husband was out of town this weekend, I decided to make the 7 hour trek south to visit my parents. This was my first time returning home without my husband since we got married. Consequently, I slept in my twin bed that I used in college. The bed was placed in the same room (in fact, the exact same spot) I slept in from ages 5-11.
Returning to the place where I spent my childhood can lead to nostalgia. Returning to my old college bed can bring back the memories of a motivated young woman who was going to change the world. Add in the fact that I will turn 25 in a little over a month, and I had the perfect conditions to start having a mid-20s life crisis that apparently happens when you turn a quarter century old.
Many questions could have floated through my mind this past weekend. What have I achieved in 25 years? What do I want to do with the rest of my life? Do I want a career? How does the fact that I am married work with these plans? Am I living up to my potential? Do I even have potential? Big questions to settle in a weekend. Instead, I focused on the one I felt the most: How on earth did I manage to sleep on such an uncomfortable mattress for 3 years in college?!
|Okay, the mattress only cost $75 brand-new, so you can’t expect much quality. Still,
the thing is like sleeping on cement with pebbles scattered all over it. I must have been
insane in college.