If the response to yesterday’s post is any indication, I’m not the only one who loves bread. I’ve boughten more yeast, and feel like I should try again, but I don’t want to heat up the house with the oven.
Last night was rough. I couldn’t sleep, despite being exhausted and having been awake for the previous 20 hours. I was stressed about having lost my GPS (really? How can I have lost the one tool I own who’s sole purpose is to help find things?) and school. But I fixated on the GPS, even getting out of bed at 3:30 am to look for it. I literally had a dream about looking for my GPS.
School is was really has me worried. I was supposed to attend an orientation on Thursday, but it’s been pushed back to Monday. I was looking into where I was supposed to go, and found a link with brief biographies of the orientation advisors. There are eight of them. One is my age, one is 25, and the rest are 19 or 20.
I’m fully aware, if not really comfortable with the fact that a lot of the people I’ll be surrounded by when I go back to school will be ten years younger than me. I’m not really happy with it, but I can live with it. I wasn’t expecting the people helping me to get adjusted to going back to school to be ten years younger than me though.
It makes me feel old.
And I’m fully aware of all of you out there in Internetland laughing at the 29 year old woman for feeling old.
And I know that if I don’t go back to school and get my degree now, I’ll never do it–that the longer I wait, the harder it will be, and the bigger the age gap between me and the other students will be.
I guess I’m feeling like I’ve lost my twenties to depression. I was never interested in doing all of the fun, crazy stuff that college aged kids are supposed to do. It’s only begun to bother me recently, and I guess that’s why I get uncomfortable around young adults–I look at them, and I see all the opportunities that I missed because I couldn’t leave my room.
I know it doesn’t do anybody any good to dwell on what might have been. Except, you know, speculative history writers. The best I can do is to make sure I don’t lose the next ten years, or twenty, or the rest of my life to depression–I know I need to get out there and do the things that I need to do to be happy, to improve myself, and to be comfortable around other people.
I just hope I can get some sleep in the mean time.