Everyone tells me that I am currently living in the good times. I'm a college student, it's time to party, live life, explore. Well guess what, everything I want to explore it out of reach. I would love to explore Italy, France, Australia Ireland, exotic places like that. What am I able to explore? Fort Wayne, Oxford, the few towns in between. I'm sorry, but that's not a "good time". Also, I'm supposed to "party" it up... well I'm not the biggest party person. Sure, I love to hang out with friends and have a good time, but I'm not the biggest Frat house person. That may be because the Frat houses at my school are not normal Frat houses, very small, and not that big of a deal. But I've always been like this. I'm more of a bonfire type of girl. Give me 10-25 friends hanging out in a backyard or off in some woods with a four wheeler or two, and I'm golden.
So, when it comes down to it, I'm left with live life. I do believe I have been doing that as much as I could, since I can't really travel. I'm involved in school up to my eyeballs. I won't be out of school for like five more years, and by then, I'd like to start a family. Maybe during the summers I'll have a little across the seas vacation time with Samuel. That would definitely be nice, but if that won't happen until my mid-twenties to late-twenties, then I refuse to believe that this is the time in my life that is considered the "good times". I'm pretty sure for me, "good times" will happen when I get to travel where I want, (across the world) and start a family of my own, which I am extremely excited for. Not so much the pain, but the joy of making a miracle.
But yes. I'll be living the good times in about 5-10 years. Dammit.