Alma mater

I'm back on campus at my alma mater this afternoon, providing mentorship for current students considering a career path in psychology. I did this once before a couple years ago, but today it seems particularly weird for a couple reasons. First, I have been feeling old ever since I realized that I was in their shoes fifteen years ago. 15! Second, I miss my college friends. It's still sad for me to be on campus and not to be able to stop by to visit Anna in Burton our Jane squatting in a townhouse or Rachel at our apartment or Mitra in the library etc. (At least I can go home to Mike tonight and not have to visit him in Mudd!) Third, I had a mini panic attack when I thought about paying for college for Rose. And I am almost closer to the start of her college career than I am to the start of my own. Yep, I'm old.

Addendum:
(Oops, I published this before I was finished writing! That's what I get for typing on my phone.) I also meant to add that, despite the drawbacks of feeling old, I'm also so much more content now. Even though I miss my college friends, I wouldn't want to actually go back to those days. I'm so happy with Rose, with Mike, with my job, with my house, with Lucy and Mac, and with my own (relatively greater) self-confidence. Yay for growing up after all!