M. just called and we had this long conversation about how weird it is to finally feel like we're growing up after all the times in our lives that we've made decisions just *knowing* that we were fully-formed, mature-thinking adults. I might write more about this topic later, but suffice it to say that in taking this little stroll down memory lane with M. I am reminded of some of the crazy adventures I got caught up in during my younger days, and I am astounded, positively perplexed, as to how I made it out alive.
