I drove into the college satellite campus fully caffeinated and slightly confused. If only for that, I was like any other college student, except I wasn't.
I'm older - much older.
It pains me to say this, but some of these kids could be my kids - if only I've gotten married much, much earlier.
They look disheveled but confidant in their obvious lack of real world experience. Not knowing what they don't know brings to mind "Youth is wasted on the young."
It is.
I ask myself if they, meaning the hundreds of twenty-sumtin students, understand what a privilege it is to walk into a campus and not have to worry about anything else.
When you're younger, your biggest worry might be your schedule. When you are older life and other responsibilities are added to the worries of college.
It's more than a juggling act to go back to school when you already have a career, a spouse, and a life.
I have found myself spending time getting re-familiarized with the past, which is now unfamiliar because of time and new technology.
My hubby is being completely supportive and basking in his new main bread-earner role. I guess, deep inside, most men have this Neanderthal way of looking at marriage.
By working less, which obviously means I'm earning less, has made my hubby walk a little prouder.
I'm also, in a sense, not only proud of him, I'm comfortable with this new life.
We're comfortable.
I'm OK with that...at least right now.
