come to the point in my life where I am starting to notice gray hairs and new wrinkles. I am 27 living with roommates. Is that a bad thing? Who knows? You do. So tell me right now. What am I supposed to do about this aging thing? I wonder if I am thinking too much about it. I used to live by the philosophy, "Why worry about the things you can't change?" But this is really getting to me. I feel trapped or caged.
I am starting to seriously consider moving to New York. The apartments don't look too expensive, cheaper than here. I would live in Brooklyn. I would live in snow, but oh, I would have a train, the park and a cliched life of moving there from a small town, well not directly.
I don't know what I am doing.