If I’m being honest with myself, I’ll admit that adulthood has been a colossal letdown. No part of my adult life has lived up to the promise/greatness of college.
Sure, it’s nice to have your company pay for your sushi and your room at the Four Seasons, but I miss the days when my only responsibilities involved learning new things and, on occasion, laundry.
If I’m being really honest I rarely did laundry back then….
I usually brought it home to my parents who missed me so much they took care of it without question — even when I was in grad school.
I realize it’s ridiculous I flew 3,000 miles across the country with a suitcase full of dirty clothes, but my parents needed to feel needed. (Or something.)
I had a chef and a cleaning lady in college (thank you Pi Beta Phi), and now I handle most of that business for myself.
It’s a bummer.
Well, actually, I love cooking so I don’t mind THAT part, but the cleaning could definitely disappear and I wouldn’t be devastated.
I DO miss the not learning part of college, though, desperately.
Living in LA, I fear my brain is atrophying at an alarming rate.
I try to read books and listen to NPR regularly, but even that isn’t as awesome as staying up until 3 am writing a paper on postmodernism because I need intellectual masturbation like my dog needs chicken.
Even though I’ve become proficient at laundry, I still miss the safe womb of college. I miss looking at a catalogue of courses filled with possibilities. I miss cramming for finals, and I miss 4 am dill pickle deliveries.
Somewhere in this sad lament I should probably give you a recipe or tell you about the amazing DIY Halloween decorations I found on Pinterest, but I’m not sure I can. The best I can do is show you this…
it’s a picture of my dog.
The truth is: I could have had a dog in college, though, so that brings me right back to… missing college.