I’ve spent the morning wishing I was just another 20 year old with no responsibilities, no job and nothing to do but relax on a gloomy summer day.

I want to sleep in until noon, lazily eat a bowl of cereal while watching my favorite cartoons, play video games as the laundry spins and maybe saunter over to the library in the late afternoon to check out some cookbooks for inspiration for that night’s dinner concoction. I want to have the time to text all my friends and tell them how much I miss them, arrange brunch, lunch, dinner and coffee meetings so we can reminisce on the good old days of high school and middle school and then fly home sporadically on a weekend to hug my parents and ask my aunt to cook us a delicious meal of spicy Chinese food. I want to take road trips, get bad tan lines, work out 3+ hours a day and cuddle with my boyfriend whenever it’s socially appropriate. I want to have the time/energy to learn Japanese, perfect Chinese and fumble over how beautiful French is. I want to feel free, relaxed & YOUNG. My youth has escaped me. Not in appearance but in spirit. Damn.