Why is it that we only have to miss things when they are gone, appreciate them when we don't have them, and disregard them when we see them? Starbucks nights. trips to Alameda. Jack in the Box at 3 am. unfolding the bed. singing at 5pm mass. ghetto park. In N' Out. Mom's rice cooking. noisy neighbors. Rest assured, I'm happy. I'm growing up, working hard, but wondering... when I get my bachelor's... then what? What's in the plan for me? Who's in my future? Is this what it's like to be scared, excited, and intimidated by the future?Okay this is way too dramatic for me. good night. :)
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